Текст песни INDUSTRY - sheam7e

Get up in the morning
Take a quick shower go back to sleep
Ay
Pop a few pills
Go out and party
Rest of the week
Ay
Fuck a few bitches
Snort a few lines
And I hop on a beat
Ay
Hop in the foreign
Grenny merch on
DXM on repeat
Yuh
Won't sign a label
DXM Records can't steal shit from me
No
Blackin out daily
Exs will still never hear shit from me
Fuck
Fuck all these hype beasts
Fuck all these mothafuckas actin street
Damn
Fuck all these industry mothafuckas
They music is weak

Yuh they is music is weak
And they crying out beggin for mf streams
Making no money
They snaking D riding
This shit is never ever sweet as it seems
Fucking with me
Or you fuck with my homies
I pull up like scotty shoot you with the beam
DXM Rockin
With glocks and I cock em
I do a few lines and then pour up some lean
Pour up some lean
N we Leanin for days
I cannot feel my body
This shit is so strong
Uppin the k if you doin us wrong
We hide out your body put you in the trunk
Fucking with sheamie or jesse or tyler
We pull up like shaq and hit you with the dunk
Always I'm balling
We always stay balling
Pull up with weaponry straight out the jump

Ay, Get up in the morning
Take a quick shower go back to sleep
Ay
Pop a few pills
Go out and party
Rest of the week
Ay
Fuck a few bitches
Snort a few lines
And I hop on a beat
Ay
Hop in the foreign
Grenny merch on
DXM on repeat
Yuh
Won't sign a label
DXM Records can't steal shit from me
No
Blackin out daily
Exs will still never hear shit from me
Fuck
Fuck all these hype beasts
Fuck all these mothafuckas actin street
Damn
Fuck all these industry mothafuckas
They music is weak

Y'all need his influence huh
Yeah I see him everywhere
He's in the water
He's in the prayer
Most of them fakin it anywhere
Most of them raking in heavy shares
He live in the music, in the snares
Disrespect art you ain't ever cared
Replaces with hatred and putrid air
Disgusts me I see in the mirror tear
He influence me make me pity you
Reap what I sow gotta follow through
Wrapping a rap up all caps I go straight for the bag just to blow in a day or two
How you gon ask where the fuck I been at when I ain't see you in my posse crew
I blow out my checking for this
Fuck a profit this a bucket list
Telling me to relax I got too many stacks to step down to your level bitch
Like where you been staying at
Like where you been staying at
I reach the bag grab the gat
Shoot at the wall where he laying at

Where you been all this time we ain't heard about ya
Fake that shit for the gram everybody doubt ya
All them lies ain't been sellin I'll really out ya
Dxm got no comp we ain't ever count ya

And shoutout Dxm jumped out the roof and I jumped up to the peak
Sellin birds out the trunk so i put some my racks to my beak
Pull up to your spot, like get on the floor, you not free to leave
Sendin them shots he ain't here anymore heard the news im deceased

Blow a check no advice we flexin this ain't no mqueen
Chrome belt cost a band but she want it offa my jeans
Mother fucker show your hands I'm gettin it by any means
They gon hate but that's life get lost or come roll wit the team

Roll with us or get lost ain't really much there to explain
Rollin round in the Benz, FMJ like major pain
I ain't really go to war I'm stationed inside of my brain
But I really copped the store i look at the price no complaints