Industry

[Intro]
f*ck wrong with a n*gga, man?
You know I'm sayin', n*gga trippin'
But he gon' respect something, ya heard me?
Say, Chop, I'ma run this b*tch like this, look, check this out, look

[Bridge]
Everybody wanna see me down
Full of tabs while I'm ridin' 'round
Catch a n*gga slippin' out of bounds
Hit up Uncle Will, he got the pounds
Used to count me out and now they lost count
I can write a check and make the bank bounce
Got the safe, mother-f*ck a bank account
Broke my heart, what the f*ck you thinkin' 'bout?

[Hook]
I'm the one these n*ggas hating on
Yeah, I'm finna blow, I feel it (For real)
Never did a b*tch n*gga none, don't know why these n*ggas trippin' (Yeah)
Never let a n*gga tip me, stand tall on my tippies
Used to smoke weed, switched up
Now, the X got a n*gga trippin'

[Verse 1]
Yeah, a n*gga with the gang
All you pus*y n*ggas lame
Sneak dissing on them songs
None of that bullsh*t entertain (For real)
I been tryna maintain, tryna stay in my lane
I don't do it for the fame
pus*y, you should be ashamed!
I know what's up with you, n*gga
I never f*cked with you, n*gga
I would've bust for you, n*gga
I put my trust in you, n*gga
Now, I can't f*ck with you, n*gga
Had me lookin' for ya cousin, he wanted to kill ya
I put a 30 up under my pistol
Your sister swallowed nut, so I never kissed her
But I f*ck with her, so I never dissed her

[Refrain]
You a b*tch, I know the real you
You Sherhonda son, I can't kill you
Never let a n*gga steal you
Switched up, I can't feel you
You a b*tch, I know the real you
You Sherhonda son, I can't kill you
Never let a n*gga steal you
Switched up, I can't feel you

[Hook]
Why the f*ck a n*gga hating on me? Never did none to him
Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry
Got a deal, but for what, though?
Everything you doing I done did it
Baton Rogue my city
f*ck n*gga in his feelings
pus*y n*gga steady talkin' down, why a n*gga sneak dissing?
If you a man, come at me direct and watch a n*gga be missin'
I ain't with the tongue-wrestling
I don't wanna rap beef with ya
Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it

[Verse 2]
Boy, I'm still in the streets with it
Watch a n*gga be missing
Soon as a n*gga make the news, they gon' holler we trippin'
Yeah, TBG did it
Yeah, Double-G did it
On the 'Gram like you really with it
Look at Lil One, he trippin'
I remember Three, n*gga
Yeah, you remember me, n*gga
Steady hollering: "Young
Boy was tripping!"
You ain't wanna beef with me
Yeah, Montana straight, but he know what's up
You can't pay a n*gga to come f*ck with us
If a n*gga try, he gon' bite the dust
He get out of line, I'ma light him up
Killers on my team, streets know it
Y'all n*ggas worse than damn hoes
Play pus*y and get exposed
A Hundred on my head, still doing shows
Pull up in the hood, solo
I can't f*ck with no broke hoes
Without a deal, I'm still signed
Bank account on overload

[Hook]
Why the f*ck a n*gga hating on me? Never did none to him
Had money way before the rap, now 50 grand up in jewelry
Got a deal, but for what, though?
Everything you doing I done did it
Baton Rogue my city
f*ck n*gga in his feelings (I swear)
pus*y n*gga steady talkin' down, why a n*gga sneak dissing?
If you a man, come at me direct and watch a n*gga be missin'
I ain't with the tongue-wrestling
I don't wanna rap beef with ya
Thing is, you in the industry and I'm still in the streets with it