F**k The Industry Pt. 2

Berge always flexin'

Hah, ignorance

Top say, "Fuck these **** all in the industry"

Bitch-ass **** be cliquin' up and thinkin' they gon' finish me

Bitch, I take these millions to get at you, it ain't no gettin' at me

Bitch, I send them hitters to hit at you, boy, don't say shit to me

Talked to Drake 'cross FaceTime, he wasn't feelin' me

Told me that he fuck with Durk, damn, that shit gettin' to me

Told me that he like the shit I'm doin', but can't do shit with me

So when we cross our ways, fuck what you say, bitch, you my enemy

J a ho, that **** played it cold like he was gon' do a feature

So I texted his line a muscle sign, I swear it's gon' be nice to meet you

Pussy **** tryna close the door

Bitch, you ain't heard? Back from Baton Rouge, to that 'Nolia, we cutthroat

And we hate hoes

And bitch, I'm soldiered down

Might play you close, but don't fuck around

I just tried to pull that act off with them boys out that Atlanta town, hold on

Tats all on my sleeve, at night, can't sleep, I barely eat, grew up in streets

Bitch, you ain't never had to kill at just sixteen

You don't compare to me and never ever up in life, we couldn't compete

You wanna jump in beef and none of y'all wanna bang it out with YB

We kill security first and then you get your head bust inside the street

We probably burn a shirt, across it, it'll be your face across that tee

Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me

Yeah, tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on, gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me"

At night, my wife pray with me, these **** ain't stainin' me

I say, "Oh, I just wanna get 'em gone"

And I know when the rain pour, it could be me or either of them that's gone

So I'm ready, ****, with these millions, gettin' at you bitch ****

You don't deserve it anyway, you ain't out that dirt anyway, so fuck you, ****

Tryna bring me pain, I ain't do no ho shit in this game

Like I ain't a man, ****, what the fuck y'all **** sayin'? Like I don't bust brains

Play with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggot

Bitch, play with me, half of y'all ain't got more money than me, bitch, I've been stackin'

I done did more time than more time you **** spent inside the trenches

Ever had a **** beat your mama and now that you're older, time to kill 'em?

Or put your dirty clothes inside the pillowcase? You pussy ****

Singers puttin' tattoos across they face, fuck wrong with these ****?

Usin' hood **** for to grow your face, bitch, I see that, ****

****, you a trick and that's how you know you'll never be known in the trenches

Tryna think of somethin' else just for to say, I hate you ****

****, bring your bold ass to Salt Lake, you a gangster, ****

Go ask J. Prince, I'll kill your daddy, bitch, I ain't worried, ****

I got Stunna with me and, bitch, I got Fee, that's to get money with me

That hitter came way from New Orleans, that split him in them apartments

So Mr. Rap Boy, shit like that what got me as a target

Don't forget it, I paid them young ****, word 'round, they claimin' they gon' kill me

I birthed you young **** and, bitch, I'm bound to kill an infant

Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me

Yeah, tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on, gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me"

At night, my wife pray with me, these **** ain't stainin' me

I say, oh, I just wanna get 'em gone

And I know when the rain pour, it could be me or either of them that's gone