Boi Songtext

Labels are evil they feed off the broke and they market the streets
If you had money then you won't relate to the bars on the beats
They get artists on drugs, promoting an illness to target the weak
Why won't these rappers just speak on it
They see the issue then sleep on it
Y'all ain't been fixing society, I can see you been abusing the weak minded
Teaching the youth to sell drugs and to be violent
Made it seem cool to pop pills or to be silent
They created a problem to sell a solution to us cuz we'd buy it
Shhh, gotta keep quiet
Shit I been saying to much
Put a mark on my back, they'll come for my soul if I say it enough
Probably say its a suicide or that I overdosed while I was taking their drugs
And y'all would believe you follow the media shit is so dumb

This is my time, I'm on the grind
Exposing this shit Boi
They are the kings, we are the slaves
Moneys a whip Boi
Talking bout that, they talking bout this But they got a script Boi
Fuck out my face, these fuckers are fake
Just get off my dick Boi

Get off my dick for a minute and witness me fight with the fans on the screen
Y'all are so scummy you feed off of artists for personal greed
Say that we're bad if we don't make a record that y'all would go stream
You control the agenda by making us feel like we owe you a reason
But ill never explain this shit
This is who I am so take it in
Or leave it, the way I perceive it the reals gonna stay and the fakes gonna hate this shit
This shit is biased, I live with my word so I gotta stick by it
My heart is my roommate he tell me be violent
My brain is my neighbor he tell us be quiet
Like shhh, gotta keep quiet
Shit we been saying to much
Got them up in their head, they'll cancel my music I say it enough
Probably tell all my fans that I'm racist or crazy to try and get rid of my buzz
And y'all would believe you fiend for the drama this shit is so dumb

This is my time, I'm on the grind
Exposing this shit Boi
They are the kings, we are the slaves
Moneys a whip Boi
Talking bout that, they talking bout this
But they got a script Boi
Fuck out my face, these fuckers are fake
Just get off my dick Boi

I was so late to the scrimmage they put me on game then led me to the finish
Treated me bloody then asked are u k like they thought I was British
But I'm not offended by ignorance anymore cause I know it's me who they mimic
They treat me like I am inferior secretly steal all my shit for their gimmicks
I don't listen to executives
They call the shots without precedence
Fabricate energy take from their enemies use all that shit for some record hits
I'm not on board for the pressuring
Acting a way for some relevance
Tell me I need to be focus on trends to blow up then just threaten my residence
They bitching they full of some estrogen
They push and they pull it's their leverage
Corner a market then trick competition with wealth that they got from their negligence
They blood in their head will be hemorrhaging
Cause they do not rule with attentiveness
I do it myself 'for I give you intelligence
Give you a dose of your medicine

This is my time, I'm on the grind
Exposing this shit Boi
They are the kings, we are the slaves
Moneys a whip Boi
Talking bout that, they talking bout this
But they got a script Boi
Fuck out my face, these fuckers are fake
Just get off my dick Boi