RIP The Industry

[Chorus]
Death ain't no mystery, checking the history
Picture me rollin' like Paco [Flamenco?]
Duck all ammunition before it can get to me
You bring the company, I supply misery
I do the trickery, yeah, I defy gravity
The death of the industry
The death of the industry

[Verse 1]
Mimic me if you can
I hold your sympathy in my hands
And I am simply unimpressed with all of that shit you've been postin' on Instagram
I don't give a fuck 'bout yo' feelings, man
I'm high as the ceiling fan
But if I get one more DM about all that Midnight shit again, I might kill a fan (Ayy)
Remember them days in the cave wit' my niggas in '15s talking 'bout how to kill a man
Then shit hit the fan and my boy went to jail, and I went to go find me a dealer man (Plug)
Started servin' the trees and servin' them pills, and them bitches start callin' me, "Candyman" (Haha)
Nigga don't want no beef, say my name like three times, then I pop out on niggas like Candyman
Trailing you vividly
Leaving no trace but make sure you remember me
Do what it take to embed it vindictively
Get in yo' head, I mean that shit, but literally
Crack that bitch open, examine the content
Imagine you finding a thing that be honest
I mean honestly, anything behind it empty, and I would be simply astonished

[Interlude]
I know kids that are fifteen, sixteen years old
They can multiply a hundred dollars into five-thousand dollars in less than four hours
Doing drugs, selling drugs, and they're very proud about it
I know kids of eighteen years old, driving Mercedes Benz
Here I am, three times eighteen, and can't afford a Benz
For a lot of people drugs work
For a lot of people drugs work

[Verse 2]
Devilish tendencies
Send the sinister into the ministry
Capture the imagery, store it relentlessly
Render you void of deserving my sympathy
Mr. predictable and the pretend-to-be demons within', but they ain't what it's meant to be
Break it down chemically
You cannot fit with me mentally
Everytime I drop, it's a gem with me, ayy
And that bitch ain't shoot at the gym with me
She never know what it took for me
How long it took for me
She just get wet when she look at me, cool
I feel a way when I look at me too
But bitch, I've been hard 'fore I've ever seen you
This shit'll get better, but we'll never see it through
Been playin' my part, but it never seemed true

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus]
Death ain't no mystery, checking the history
Picture me rollin' like Paco [Flamenco?]
Duck all ammunition before it can get to me
You bring the company, I supply misery
I do the trickery, yeah, I defy gravity
The death of the industry
The death of the industry