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scy jimm - letter to the industry* lyrics

[intro]
…in the trap with this sh+t, you feel me?
we don’t do no cappin’, n+gga, know i’m sayin’?
you n+ggas ain’t even really outchea, you feel me?
you n+ggas ain’t— mm, aight
we ain’t even gotta speak on that sh+t

[verse]
mm, ayy, i’m sinnin’ daily, but the lord just keep on blessin’ me (on god)
i’m stressin’, lettin’ my emotions get the best of me (f+ck)
sh+t gettin’ worse, i just hope y’all see the best in me (yeah)
you got my heart, but you gotta work to get the rest of me, baby (yeah, yeah)
i got the sauce, these n+ggas beggin’ for thе recipe (hmm)
who that young n+gga is comin’? i got ’em scarеd of me (haha)
f+ck the past, i’m only focused on what’s ahead of me (on gang)
get out my whip if you ain’t f+ckin’, you better be, baby
this my letter to the industry (huh?)
f+ck a rapper, ain’t nan’ one of you n+ggas twins to me (on god)
i be feelin’ like all you n+ggas got ho tendencies (the f+ck?)
ten m’s ain’t enough, i’m tryna give my brothers ten a piece, the f+ck? (on gang)
all these rappers get on the mic and say the same thing (f+ck)
they talk about jwet money and how their chain swing (uh)
i’ma tell you about all them times i had to slang ‘caine (on god)
i’m shootin’ cheese to all my brothers in the chain gang (ayy, ayy, ayy, huh?)
i did this sh+t without a cosign, n+gga (cosign, n+gga)
i was thuggin’ way back when i had no iron, n+gga (no iron, n+gga)
my people tellin’ me i’m great, i need to slow down (yeah)
if i stay focused, we’ll be rich as f+ck in no time
i was lost and broke as f+ck (yeah), i stayed down and ran it up (down and ran it up)
i do everything twice to show a b+tch this sh+t ain’t luck (this sh+t ain’t luck, n+gga)
these hoes love to see me down, n+ggas hate to see me up (yeah)
every day i’m chasin’ chicken, i can’t be no sittin’ duck
lil’ n+gga with a whole brick, that’s a grown b+tch (hoo, hoo)
how the f+ck this n+gga thirty+six, but don’t own sh+t? (yeah, the f+ck, n+gga?)
bruh, you ain’t even gotta off his ass, he ain’t on sh+t (huh? glaow, glaow)
n+gga, you can hit the trap with us at your own risk (hoo, hoo, ayy, yeah)
if it make money, it make plenty sense, n+gga (make plenty sense, n+gga)
i dropped twenty+seven and i brought back twenty+six, n+gga

- scy jimm lyrics

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