Fuck Da Industry
17
D-Roc
Look
Painted my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with' cause, still gon' send them f**kin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank, I find my rhythm
Pussy ass niggas can't still keep up with me
He been killin' sh*t, but still can't f**k with me
I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope
I don't let sh*t go, I say, "No, no, no"
I just bought a brand new Glock and it ain't come up out the stoe'
If a opp try to block me off, I shoot this b**ch right on the road
I keep drugs inside my body and won't let 'em take my soul
Uh, uh, dope pack, nigga look like he selling dope
Pistol totin' ass nigga, keep that pole, huh
Check his swag, he act bad with these hoes, huh
Killed that nigga 'bout that dissing, bet they know now
He wan' just be like his cousin Meechy, real f**kin' slime
He wan' be just like that nigga Yeezy, he wan' rolls huh
He just wan' be real f**kin' shiesty like his uncle, huh?
He just wan' be real f**kin' icey like he Santa son
He say he don't wanna be nobody, he wan' be Lil Top
He say he don't give a f**k about it, just give him the guap
He say, "Ya'll could make an album 'bout it, just don't f**kin' try"
Get the f**kin' industry on your side, you still gon' die
Painted my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with' cause, still gon' send them f**kin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank, I find my rhythm
Pussy ass niggas can't still keep up with me
He been killin' sh*t, but still can't f**k with me
I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope
I'm probably f**kin' on yo' ho
Know they can't control me, prolly spit on that lil hoe, b**ch
Put me back in jail and I was still in there on dope
Know that we don't give no f**k, try splittin' him on the road
Yeah, that my bro
Who be out the window? Mike Amiri, know I put it on
Gon' get killed if you don't kill me and they know I made it known
I'ma flex somethin', told the b**ch don't call my phone
Sent the blitz on 'em, run 'em down like bam, bam, bam
Don't give a f**k 'bout who up here, we could shoot it down
Don't give a f**k 'bout if you with it, you a part of the crowd, clown
Kill 'em down while you up here when that blicky make a sound
We gon' probably catch em smokin' loud, ridin' round and I
Painted my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with' cause, still gon' send them f**kin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank, I find my rhythm
Pussy ass niggas can't still keep up with me
He been killin' sh*t, but still can't f**k with me
I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope
