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letra de no friends in the industry (remix) - brutus balthazaar

no friends in the industry (remix) lyrics
[chorus 1]
no friends in the industry
my brothers been my brothers man
you b-tches ain’t no kin to me, a fact
snappin on the chat but they can’t grasp it on the track
rattle all this smack and never tap into the act
no friends in the industry
i had to draw the line between my symptoms and their energy, a fact
yeah, i been b-st-rd since my rapture, never tact
captivating masses gets a stabbing in the back

[verse 1]
it’s a trap
sunk the line and lure him, an assurance of his ego
come to find the vermin that has furnished for it’s evil
the tongue inside’s a surrogatе that’s nourished as an equal
f-ck with fire, burn him, now to sеrve him to the eagle
ain’t preaching myths they’re just the prequels
a beacon for the bleak to see barbarians in beatles
your record’s what redeems you or ravines upon retrieval
don’t need no social reasoning when your history precedes you

[bridge 1]
throw an off speed on a 3-2
i seen all that i need, either walk free or defeat you
bind him up inside, it’s high and tight just like a kegel
tryna scratch the ivy where the pine is like a needle, feeble
[verse 2]
all these babies, bean em, we gone bleed em till their sapped
always abc sh-t, the car seat is how they’re strapped
y’all just caught the fever, offer sweets before their nap
carve the way for weakness, chocolate t–th will lead to gaps
huh, wait, are y’all not reaping what you sew
h-ll to pay for streams, that mean it freed him of his soul
sending praise to meek, not even dreams could be a home
sets the stage for heat, but got no features cuz he’s cole
oh, that’s over
so why he solo?

[chorus 2]
no friends in the industry
my brothers been my brothers man
you b-tches ain’t no kin to me, a fact
y’all don’t know the half of it, the facts beneath the raps
cadavers in my backyard, cemetery’s where’s it’s at
no friends in the industry
i had to draw the line, between my symptoms and their energy, a fact
hard to hold a convo where the hollow aren’t aghast
artificial armor as a cast

[bridge 2]
no friends, won’t try
f-ck em
open end, closed mind
f-ck em
won’t end no time
f-ck em
no guests of mine
f-ck em
[verse 3]
takin my stake in the claim of the servers, you’re drainin your data for hotspots
stay isolated, a raven surveying the earth for its prey for a drop shot
came in the game as a hater, grenade and a burner, the gators turn crock pot
charade til it ain’t, when the blanks that i’m aiming for murder ain’t chambering prop shots
gone for a minute, now off with the rust
baldwin a b-tch leave em all in the dust
d-gg-n the clintons who thought they had won
y’all are just sons that i’ve already trumped
the stuck up have sunk in, a subject to slugs
supplements swole but no muscling up
i’m hunting for fun, getting drunk from the blood
if you stunt for the doe, get the buck of the gun

- brutus balthazaar

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