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letter to the industry* - scy jimm lyrics

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[intro]
…in the trap with this sh*t, you feel me?
we don’t do no cappin’, n*gga, know i’m sayin’?
you n*ggas ain’t even really outchea, you feel me?
you n*ggas ain’t— mm, aight
we ain’t even gotta speak on that sh*t

[verse]
mm, ayy, i’m sinnin’ daily, but the lord just keep on blessin’ me (on god)
i’m stressin’, lettin’ my emotions get the best of me (f*ck)
sh*t gettin’ worse, i just hope y’all see the best in me (yeah)
you got my heart, but you gotta work to get the rest of me, baby (yeah, yeah)
i got the sauce, these n*ggas beggin’ for thе recipe (hmm)
who that young n*gga is comin’? i got ’em scarеd of me (haha)
f*ck the past, i’m only focused on what’s ahead of me (on gang)
get out my whip if you ain’t f*ckin’, you better be, baby
this my letter to the industry (huh?)
f*ck a rapper, ain’t nan’ one of you n*ggas twins to me (on god)
i be feelin’ like all you n*ggas got ho tendencies (the f*ck?)
ten m’s ain’t enough, i’m tryna give my brothers ten a piece, the f*ck? (on gang)
all these rappers get on the mic and say the same thing (f*ck)
they talk about jwet money and how their chain swing (uh)
i’ma tell you about all them times i had to slang ‘caine (on god)
i’m shootin’ cheese to all my brothers in the chain gang (ayy, ayy, ayy, huh?)
i did this sh*t without a cosign, n*gga (cosign, n*gga)
i was thuggin’ way back when i had no iron, n*gga (no iron, n*gga)
my people tellin’ me i’m great, i need to slow down (yeah)
if i stay focused, we’ll be rich as f*ck in no time
i was lost and broke as f*ck (yeah), i stayed down and ran it up (down and ran it up)
i do everything twice to show a b*tch this sh*t ain’t luck (this sh*t ain’t luck, n*gga)
these hoes love to see me down, n*ggas hate to see me up (yeah)
every day i’m chasin’ chicken, i can’t be no sittin’ duck
lil’ n*gga with a whole brick, that’s a grown b*tch (hoo, hoo)
how the f*ck this n*gga thirty*six, but don’t own sh*t? (yeah, the f*ck, n*gga?)
bruh, you ain’t even gotta off his ass, he ain’t on sh*t (huh? glaow, glaow)
n*gga, you can hit the trap with us at your own risk (hoo, hoo, ayy, yeah)
if it make money, it make plenty sense, n*gga (make plenty sense, n*gga)
i dropped twenty*seven and i brought back twenty*six, n*gga

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