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 b******t fights for a lil' name

To get noticed by some niggas 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 niggas

This nation thrives off misery niggas

So if you ain't trying to let your hard times increase your wealth

Niggas keep that progressive sh*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 niggas 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 a** slow flow

They'll keep you looking good and all that but no dough

You see when that get a b**ch they got a b**ch

And contrary to popular opinion it ain't my sistas that switch

It's my brothers

We the dumb motherf**kers

Hardest niggas 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 niggas walk