"Music City" lyrics

Put your hard hats on, hop on the line
Yeah who's got titles? Who's got rhymes?
Yeah, you might think you're on your grind
But you wrote one song, they did five
If you don't got a hit, we'll show you the door
Your album cuts won't pay for the tour bus mini fridge

Welcome to music city, kid
If you really think you're doin' it bud
And it ain't all just luck, then you're an idiot
Welcome to music city, kid

Doesn't matter how you sing, it's who your daddy is
In the nepotistic music biz
Oh, and if you never get yourself a radio hit
Good luck having that house and kids
Better be lining up a good second job
Cuz you won't make a buck unless you're Finneas

Welcome to music city, kid
And oh, by the way if you get a cut
You'll have to fight like hell for your percentages
Welcome to music city, kid