[Verse 1]
Look at all the rappers that this game's killed
Record labels making billions, why can't artists even pay bills?
You get taken advantage of if you take deals
The Devil let you swing, but ain't no angels in that outfield
He give you chains and a bracelet, maybe a fake grill
He get you paid and you're famous, baby, it ain't real
Couple mil', you think you made it
But the record label take it when you overdose on alcohol and pain pills

[Refrain]
Gimme a pen and pad, I'm gonna get in the lab, I'm gonna kill 'em with tracks
I'mma deliver the facts, nobody holding me back
The label is tricking the fans, the rappers are industry plants, everything part of the plan
Everything fake, everything marketed so you'll pay

[Verse 2]
I ain't brain dead, never signed a deal, it don't make sense
Never let a label manipulate what I've made yet
Invading the industry, independently, I break in
Kill the gatekeepers with a blade, leave the gate bent
Universal hollers, every day I see the same text
But I do not communicate, the message is I'll stay read
Mainstream rappers see the fame and wanna break bread
My soul is not for sale, I'll never sell out, tryna pay rent
Illuminati puppets, hidden pentagrams and Satan
The industry's infected with the Devil, I won't shake hands
The labels create artists, claim they're independent made men
They play, pretend for dollars and some chains, it's a strange flex
Game is full of fake friends, overrated greatness
Fabricated plays and making payments to obtain press
I don't need an X-ray to see through all of the fakeness
I'm trained to see it live from miles away and every snake sheds

[Chorus]
Fuck the industry
Claim they wanna help, but they're the enemy, labels tryna drain you of your energy
Man, fuck the industry
Make a hit, y'all gon' make me rich, put me in a mansion out in Beverly Hills
Fuck the industry
Think it's cool when you're young and dumb, sell your soul for number one
Man, fuck the industry
I will never take a deal, have fun with all the rappers popping pills

[Verse 3]
Artists really only wanna chase dreams
We're broke for most our lives, begging labels, "Please take me"
Most of us will think that getting deals is a great thing
Then spend our whole careers, tryna break free
We start with good intentions, tryna give fans what they need
The label slowly changes you to mainstream
You're looking in the mirror like, "What happened, man? This ain't me"
I guess that I don't see the things that they see

[Refrain]
Gimme a mic and a booth, I'm gonna die for the truth, I'm gonna fight for the youth
I'm gonna write what I want, I am not hiding the proof
I'm trying to find every clue, I'm dying to show 'em to you
Nothing to lose, Illuminati symbols are the logos major labels use

[Verse 4]
They're calling me an industry plant, I giggle and laugh
I'm the total opposite of what they want, I'm spitting the facts
I make songs about the honest things you whisper to fam
I've exposed the government, they wanna kill me for that
I've put the pedophile sex cults on infinite blast
Leaked the industry secrets, and I did it with rap
How dare you try to say that my intentions are an act
That my vision is a pillar of their intricate plan?
No one managed my decisions and the pending gold plaques
No, you won't see my initials on official contracts
Independent till the deathbed as a bitter old man
Middle fingers, I'm a missile warner, can't hold back
Tryna fit Hollywood's history and criminal past
And to attract and get it mixed and give the disc to my fans
I park outside a label with a brick in my hand
Splinter the glass, pour gassing through the window and laugh

[Chorus]
Fuck the industry
Claim they wanna help, but they're the enemy, labels tryna drain you of your energy
Man, fuck the industry
Make a hit, y'all gon' make me rich, put me in a mansion out in Beverly Hills
Fuck the industry
Think it's cool when you're young and dumb, sell your soul for number one
Man, fuck the industry
I will never take a deal, have fun with all the rappers popping pills

[Outro]
Fuck the industry
Claim they wanna help, but they're the enemy, labels tryna drain you of your energy
Man, fuck the industry
Make a hit, y'all gon' make me rich, put me in a mansion out in Beverly Hills
Fuck the industry
Think it's cool when you're young and dumb, sell your soul for number one
Man, fuck the industry
I will never take a deal, have fun with all the rappers popping pills