LETTER TO THE INDUSTRY lyrics

[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 n*gga, you know what I'm sayin'?
Young n*gga really in the trap with this sh*t, you feel me?
We don't do no cappin', n*gga, know what I'm sayin'?
You n*ggas ain't even really outchea, you feel me?
You n*ggas ain't— Mmm, aight
We ain't even gotta speak on that sh*t, 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 (f*ck)
sh*t 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 n*ggas beggin' for the recipe (Hmm)
Who that young n*gga that's comin'? I got 'em scared of me (Haha)
f*ck the past, I'm only focused on what's ahead of me (On gang)
Get out my whip if you ain't f*ckin', you better be, baby

[Verse]
This my letter to the industry (Huh?)
f*ck a rapper, ain't nan' one of you n*ggas twins to me (On God)
I be feelin' like all you n*ggas got ho tendencies (The f*ck?)
Ten M's ain't enough, I'm tryna give my brothers ten a piece, the f*ck? (On gang)
All these rappers get on the mic and say the same thing (f*ck)
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 sh*t without a cosign, n*gga (Without a cosign, n*gga)
I was thuggin' way back when I had no iron, n*gga (No iron, n*gga)
My people tellin' me I'm great, I need to slow down (Yeah)
If I stay focused, we'll be rich as f*ck in no time
I was lost and broke as f*ck, I stayed down and ran it up (Down and ran it up)
I do everything twice to show a b*tch this sh*t ain't luck (This sh*t ain't luck, n*gga)
These hoes love to see me down, n*ggas hate to see me up (Yeah)
Every day, I'm chasin' chicken, I can't be no sittin' duck
Lil' n*gga with a whole brick, that's a grown b*tch (Hoo)
How the f*ck this n*gga thirty-six, but don't own sh*t? (The f*ck, n*gga?)
Bruh, you ain't even gotta off his ass, he ain't on sh*t (Grraow)
n*gga, you can hit the trap with us at your own risk (Ayy, yeah)
If it make money, it make plenty sense, n*gga (Make plenty sense, n*gga)
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 b*tch back (Yeah)
All the times they counted me out, I bet I get my lick back, n*gga
[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 (f*ck)
sh*t 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 n*ggas beggin' for the recipe (Hmm)
Who that young n*gga that's comin'? I got 'em scared of me (Haha)
f*ck the past, I'm only focused on what's ahead of me (On gang)
Get out my whip if you ain't f*ckin', you better be, baby