My youngins get it f**ked up when ya`ll talk about the game
Like it`s designed in their favor
Like it ain`t outlined for them to waiver
Their rights for a lil` bit of fame
Get in bulls**t fights for a lil` name
To get noticed by some ni**as that don`t give two f**ks about you
Tell em` you don`t do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf
See there`s no money in good health
So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery ni**as
This nation thrives off misery ni**as
So if you ain`t trying to let your hard times increase your wealth
Ni**as keep that progressive s**t to yourself
This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin` to f**k with those who trying to sell them
See, they may see me as an adversary `cause they know I`m tryin` to tell them
About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes
How they take ni**as dreams and write then off in their taxes
Contracts is confusing, but don`t worry they`ll appoint you a lawyer for you whore you
Loan you funds to f**k your soul make you pay it back and still maintain control of your stroll
Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow
They`ll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough
You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch
And contrary to popular opinion it ain`t my sistas that switch
It`s my brothers
We the dumb motherf**kers
Hardest ni**as in the streets turned industry suckers
`cause we refused to do the knowledge
Ni**a, you can`t learn this music game in the streets or in college
So you betta pick up a book or something
Or f**k it, FAB will put it in a hook or something
Hope that you listen to it
Got you pumpin` that poison while they paint them illusionary parades and keep pissin` thru it
You pussies don`t know the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real ni**as walk