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Past The Industry

 

Past The Industry


Hey drop this
Arrii

Pass the hooks and pass the bars
And pass the money and pass the stars
Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars)
And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these hatters wanna hate
But I'm seeing straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face
Yeah, because I'm tearing up the place and I'm not on the paper chase
This my hobby, so come and kick it with me

In the studio not allowed are these groupie hoes
Just ill minds and cold clothes
Spit so much that I think I need a row boat
And who knows, get kudos for sick verses and the Dojo
My Dojo's the studio, no swaggy jacket my mojo
No flip flops, no polos
Just converse and saggy jeans
Funny, people wanna jump in this rapping scene
But hey ain't even real as half of me
They acting [?] it's a fact to see
Behind the scenes of this mainstream
All I see is money, cars, and flashy things
No heart, no soul, no strive for things
Step right in fame, it's a damn shame
A lot of rappers ain't, but they really wanna claim
I ain't gonna lie, I'm as broke as a joke
One brain, but I ain't got two chains
I got a mind of my own, but my mind's been blown
Every system I've ever owned, dub zone
And hold up, turn the beat up and hand me that microphone

Pass the hooks and pass the bars
And pass the money and pass the stars
Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars)
And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these hatters wanna hate
But I'm seeing straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face
Yeah, because I'm tearing up the place and I'm not on the paper chase
This my hobby, so come and kick it with me

Yeah, turn me up to the maximum
Write 'til my grip get's traction son
Get loose I could use some me, emces wishing I come along and drip a ton
Yeah, me is my persona hotter than a [?]
Drop the [?] misses Carter 'cause I'm stressing for a dollar
[?] on the track, yeah that's me
Itty bitty white kid from Kingston Springs
Got too many tattoos on me
My body is an art artistically
Everybody in my city feeling me
Beast mode like daddy, I'ma grizzly
I'm the white guy on the sidelines, my flow is going so MVP
Emce's they gonna envy me
When I'm at my peak on MTV
Got stalkers at my house at night by the light they tryna catch a peak at me
But nah, realistically the industry is creepy
See that's why I stay away from rappers, they ain't doing shit originally

Pass the hooks and pass the bars
And pass the money and pass the stars
Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars)
And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these hatters wanna hate
But I'm seeing straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face
Yeah, because I'm tearing up the place and I'm not on the paper chase
This my hobby, so come and kick it with me
Pass the hooks and pass the bars
And pass the money and pass the stars
Most rappers got it made when I got so many battle scars (Battle scars)
And I got stacks of bills to pay, my brain feels like a live grenade and all these hatters wanna hate
But I'm seeing straight through the fake and when these people hear my music you should see their damn face
Yeah, because I'm tearing up the place and I'm not on the paper chase
This my hobby, so come and kick it with me

Yeah, I don't do this 'cause I really think I'm gonna be on MTV or VH1
It's just somthing I picked up, ya know?
And if you're good with something go with it
Who cares what people think?
Who cares if they tryna shoot you down?
Even know you like doing it
Don't stop just 'cause of what somebody says
'Cause that'll fuck you up
Arrii

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