[INTRO: B-Eazy]
So you wanna be a rapper, right? Look, are you ready to sell your soul for a few pennies to the dollar? Cuz that's all your worth to the companies anyway. Uh, but you still wanna be a rapper? Listen up. Let me tell you something...

[VERSE 1: B-Eazy]
Look, half of these rappers is actors to me
You can hear it on the tracks when they speak
This rap shit ain't what it's cracked up to be
Shit, if I ain't felt it, smelt it or dealt it
You wouldn't hear it on a record, check it!
I remember way back in a time
When n***as signed on the line & didn't worry bout dying
Nowadays shit that you say can get you 2 from the waist
Cuz real recognize real, the fake portray it on tapes
So keep your spitting your 8's, hooks & 16's
And keep waiting on them crooks to sell you a fake dream
I done dealt with the game: Poli-tricks & DJ's
In these days, n***as don't give a fuck bout what we say
Look, I ain't saying no names, but one day we was at a station
And my sister called the great one to give us congratulations
Whether hating or misplacement, thinking the shit was okay
The DJ couldn't get the bit to play
And that's fucked up...

[HOOK: B-Eazy]
Don't get it confused, I ain't one of them dudes
Foolish to sell my soul for a couple cars & some jewels
Excuse me if I get to deep, exposing rules once told to me
Open your eyes and see... The Demise of Da' Industry
Don't get it confused, I ain't one of them dudes
Foolish to sell my soul for a couple cars & some jewels
Excuse me if I get to deep, exposing rules once told to me
The industry ain't what it used to be! Sit back & listen carefully...
[VERSE 2: B-Eazy]
I ain't one of these little rappers out screaming I need a deal
I'm one of the realest n***as that spit it & got it for real!
Y'all need to get y'all shit straight, cuz after one mixtape
Got n***as in different states listening for a release date
I ain't a rapper, I'm a flow-er/ Take control of my pen and let it go!
No holding back, nobody holding my hand
Nobody showing my when to say this, that & the other
No brother hovering on my back or over my shoulder
Fuck a marketing plan, couple of G's will get me over
I'm my own man, don't need the industry for this soldier!
This composer's double-dosage
Poses threats to those who come too close
You hoes approach me hopelessly for doe
You know the answer, please!
Chief on some doja & compose up
Some of the illest lines you'll ever find
So keep one eye on the road & the other eye on rewind
In due time, you'll come to find what's pumping out your Alpine
Will be the realest spitten lines ever written in rhyme, listen...

[HOOK: B-Eazy]
Don't get it confused, I ain't one of them dudes
Foolish to sell my soul for a couple cars & some jewels
Excuse me if I get to deep, exposing rules once told to me
Open your eyes and see... The Demise of Da' Industry
Don't get it confused, I ain't one of them dudes
Foolish to sell my soul for a couple cars & some jewels
Excuse me if I get to deep, exposing rules once told to me
The industry ain't what it used to be! Sit back & listen carefully...
[RADIO SKIT: L.A. & B-Eazy]