letra de fuck the industry pt. 2 - youngboy never broke again
[intro]
(berge always flexin’)
hah, ignorance
[verse 1]
top say, “f-ck these n-ggas all in the industry”
b-tch-ass n-ggas be cliquin’ up and thinkin’ they gon’ finish me
b-tch, i take these millions to get at you, it ain’t no gettin’ at me
b-tch, i send them hitters to hit at you, boy, don’t say sh-t to me
talked to drake ‘cross facetime, he wasn’t feelin’ me
told me that he f-ck with durk, d-mn, that sh-t gettin’ to me
told me that he like the sh-t i’m doin’, but can’t do sh-t with me
so when we cross our ways, f-ck what you say, b-tch, you my enemy
j a ho, that n-gga 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
p-ssy n-ggas tryna close the door
b-tch, you ain’t heard? back from baton rouge to that ‘nolia, we cutthroat
and we hate hoes
and b-tch, i’m soldiered down
might play you close, but don’t f-ck 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
b-tch, you ain’t never had to k!ll 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 k!ll 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
[chorus]
hold on, so long they’ve been tryna x me
yeah, tell a b-tch, “hold on, get your roll on, gotta be ’bout that murder playin’ with me”
at night, my wife pray with me, these n-ggas 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
[verse 2]
so i’m ready, n-gga, with these millions, gettin’ at you b-tch n-ggas
you don’t deserve it anyway, you ain’t out that dirty anyway, so f-ck you, n-gga
tryna bring me pain, i ain’t do no ho sh-t in this game
like i ain’t a man, n-gga, what the f-ck y’all n-ggas sayin’? like i don’t bust brains
play with me, lil yachty mad about jt, f-ggot
b-tch, play with me, half of y’all ain’t got more money than me, b-tch, i’ve been stackin’
i done did more time than more time you n-ggas spent inside the trenches
ever had a n-gga beat your mama and now that you’re older, time to k!ll ’em?
or put your dirty clothes inside the pillowcase? you p-ssy n-gga
singers puttin’ tattoos across they face, f-ck wrong with these n-ggas?
usin’ hood n-ggas for to grow your face, b-tch, i see that, n-gga
n-gga, 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 n-ggas
n-gga, bring your bold ass to salt lake, you a gangster, n-gga
go ask j. prince, i’ll k!ll your daddy, b-tch, i ain’t worried, n-gga
i got stunna with me and, b-tch, 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, sh-t like that what got me as a target
don’t forget it, i paid them young n-ggas, word ’round, they claimin’ they gon’ k!ll me
i birthed you young n-ggas and, b-tch, i’m bound to k!ll an infant
[chorus]
hold on, so long they’ve been tryna x me
yeah, tell a b-tch, “hold on, get your roll on, gotta be ’bout that murder playin’ with me”
at night, my wife pray with me, these n-ggas 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
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