B-Eazy — Demise of Da' Industry lyrics

Lyrics

Look, half of these rappers is actors to me/
You can hear it on the tracks when they speak/
This rap shit ain’t what it’s cracked up to be/
Shit, if I ain’t felt it, smelt it or dealt it/
You wouldn’t hear it on a record, check it!/
I remember way back in a time/
When niggas signed on the line & didn’t worry bout dying/
Nowadays shit that you say can get you 2 from the waist/
Cuz real recognize real, the fake portray it on tapes/
So keep your spitting your 8's, hooks & 16's/
And keep waiting on them crooks to sell you a fake dream/
I done dealt with the game: Poli-tricks & DJ’s/
In these days, niggas don’t give a fuck bout what we say/
Look, I ain’t saying no names, but one day we was at a station/
And my sister called the great one to give us congratulations/
Whether hating or misplacement, thinking the shit was okay/
The DJ couldn’t get the bit to play/
And that’s fucked up…
Don’t get it confused, I ain’t one of them dudes/
Foolish to sell my soul for a couple cars & some jewels/
Excuse me if I get to deep, exposing rules once told to me/
Open your eyes and see… The Demise of Da' Industry/
Don’t get it confused, I ain’t one of them dudes/
Foolish to sell my soul for a couple cars & some jewels/
Excuse me if I get to deep, exposing rules once told to me/
The industry ain’t what it used to be! Sit back & listen carefully…
I ain’t one of these little rappers out screaming I need a deal/
I’m one of the realest niggas that spit it & got it for real!/
Y’all need to get y’all shit straight, cuz after one mixtape/
Got niggas in different states listening for a release date/
I ain’t a rapper, I’m a flow-er/ Take control of my pen and let it go!/
No holding back, nobody holding my hand/
Nobody showing my when to say this, that & the other/
No brother hovering on my back or over my shoulder/
Fuck a marketing plan, couple of G’s will get me over/
I’m my own man, don’t need the industry for this soldier!/
This composer’s double-dosage/
Poses threats to those who come too close/
You hoes approach me hopelessly for doe/
You know the answer, please!/
Chief on some doja & compose up/
Some of the illest lines you’ll ever find/
So keep one eye on the road & the other eye on rewind/
In due time, you’ll come to find what’s pumping out your Alpine/
Will be the realest spitten lines ever written in rhyme, listen…
Don’t get it confused, I ain’t one of them dudes/
Foolish to sell my soul for a couple cars & some jewels/
Excuse me if I get to deep, exposing rules once told to me/
Open your eyes and see… The Demise of Da' Industry/
Don’t get it confused, I ain’t one of them dudes/
Foolish to sell my soul for a couple cars & some jewels/
Excuse me if I get to deep, exposing rules once told to me/
The industry ain’t what it used to be! Sit back & listen carefully…