Exodus

                                  My youngins get it fucked up when y'all talk about the game

Like it's designed in their favor

Like it ain't outlined for them to waiver

Their rights for a lil' bit of fame



Get in bullshit fights for a lil' name

To get noticed by some niggas that don't give two fucks about you

Tell 'em you don't do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf

See there's no money in good health



So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery niggas

This nation thrives off misery niggas

So if you ain't trying to let your hard times increase your wealth

Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself



This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin' to fuck with those who trying to sell them

See, they may see me as an adversary 'cause they know I'm tryin' to tell them 

About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes

How they take niggas dreams and write then off in their taxes



Contracts is confusing, but don't worry they'll appoint you a lawyer for you whore you

Loan you funds to fuck your soul make you pay it back and still maintain control of your stroll

Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow

they'll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough



You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch

And contrary to popular opinion it ain't my sistas that switch

It's my brothers

We the dumb motherfuckers



Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers

'Cause we refused to do the knowledge

Nigga, you can't learn this music game in the streets or in college

So you betta pick up a book or something



Or fuck it, FAB will put it in a hook or something

Hope that you listen to it

Got you pumpin' that poison while they paint them illusionary parades and keep pissin' through it

You pussies don't know the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk