LETTER TO THE INDUSTRY

[Intro]
Ayy
(Yo, yo, this beat actually really hard)
You know what I'm sayin'?
Real trench baby, you know what I'm sayin'? (AdeOnTheTrackYaDig!)
Real street nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
Young nigga really in the trap with this shit, you feel me?
We don't do no cappin', nigga, know what I'm sayin'?
You niggas ain't even really outchea, you feel me?
You niggas ain't— Mmm, aight
We ain't even gotta speak on that shit, mmm, ayy

[Chorus]
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 (Fuck)
Shit gettin' worser, 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 (Yеah)
I got the sauce, thesе niggas beggin' for the recipe (Hmm)
Who that young nigga that's comin'? I got 'em scared of me (Haha)
Fuck the past, I'm only focused on what's ahead of me (On gang)
Get out my whip if you ain't fuckin', you better be, baby

[Verse]
This my letter to the industry (Huh?)
Fuck a rapper, ain't nan' one of you niggas twins to me (On God)
I be feelin' like all you niggas got ho tendencies (The fuck?)
Ten M's ain't enough, I'm tryna give my brothers ten a piece, the fuck? (On gang)
All these rappers get on the mic and say the same thing (Fuck)
They talk 'bout jwet money and how they 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, huh?)
I did this shit without a cosign, nigga (Without a cosign, nigga)
I was thuggin' way back when I had no iron, nigga (No iron, nigga)
My people tellin' me I'm great, I need to slow down (Yeah)
If I stay focused, we'll be rich as fuck in no time
I was lost and broke as fuck, I stayed down and ran it up (Down and ran it up)
I do everything twice to show a bitch this shit ain't luck (This shit ain't luck, nigga)
These hoes love to see me down, niggas hate to see me up (Yeah)
Every day, I'm chasin' chicken, I can't be no sittin' duck
Lil' nigga with a whole brick, that's a grown bitch (Hoo)
How the fuck this nigga thirty-six, but don't own shit? (The fuck, nigga?)
Bruh, you ain't even gotta off his ass, he ain't on shit (Grraow)
Nigga, you can hit the trap with us at your own risk (Ayy, yeah)
If it make money, it make plenty sense, nigga (Make plenty sense, nigga)
I dropped twenty-seven in the pot, got twenty-six back (On gang)
I don't even want your ho, boy, you can get your bitch back (Yeah)
All the times they counted me out, I bet I get my lick back, nigga

[Chorus]
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 (Fuck)
Shit gettin' worser, 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)
I got the sauce, these niggas beggin' for the recipe (Hmm)
Who that young nigga that's comin'? I got 'em scared of me (Haha)
Fuck the past, I'm only focused on what's ahead of me (On gang)
Get out my whip if you ain't fuckin', you better be, baby