"Exodus" lyrics

My young's get it fucked when ya talk about this game
Like it's designed in their favor
Like it ain't outlined for them to waiver their rights for a little fame
Get into bullshit fights for a little name to get
Noticed by some niggas that don't give two fucks about you
'Til you make them a few bucks, they doubt you
Tell them you don't do the jobs and shucks and they
Route you to the shelf
See there is no money in good health
So, they need you to be sick with it
Ill content and delivery niggas
This nation thrives off misery nigga
So, if you ain't trying to let your hard times increase my wealth
Nigga keep that progressive shit to yourself
This is the business of buying souls and we only fuck
With those who try to sell them
You see they may see me as an adversary 'cause they know
I'm trying to tell them about the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes
How they take a niggas dreams and write them off in their taxes
Contracts is confusing
But don't worry they'll appoint the lawyer for you
Whore you
Loan you funds to fuck your soul and make you pay it all back
And still maintain control of stroll your track and your hot ass slow flow
They'll keep you looking good and all that
But no dough
You see: when they get a bitch, they got a bitch
And, contrary to popular opinion, it ain't my sisters 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 shit in the streets or in college
So, you better pick up a book or something
Or fucking Black Ice will put it in a hook or something
And hope that you listen to it
Got you pumping that poison while they paint you them
Illusionary parades and keep pissing through it
You pussies don't know the price or the sacrifice that
This industry makes real niggas walk
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S. Album number 3. "Real Talk"