[Intro]
My letter to the industry, like...
All these words on this page sums up to two
Fuck you

[Chorus]
These n***as lame as fuck (They lames)
These n***as not like us (At all)
I can't get used to this industry shit (I can't, I ain't gon' lie)
These n***as act like hoes (Hoes)
Behind closed doors (Damn)
I can't get used to this industry shit (I can't, fuck it)
Ayy, this my letter to y'all, I cannot vibe at all
I can't get used to this industry shit (Shit just way too fake)
These n***as lame as fuck, these n***as not like us (Like us)
I can't get used to this industry shit (I can't, what happened?)

[Verse 1]
I met my favorite rapper, he ain't know he was my favorite rapper (What'd he do?)
He played me to the left (For real), I damn near bitch slapped him (On life)
I'm thinkin' to myself, "Who the fuck he think he is?"
Look at this shit for what it is, so I kept it concealed (I'm cool)
That's why I stand out, it's hard for me to fit in (It's just me then)
It's only two seats in this car, you can't get in (You can't get in)
I don't work well with n***as, it feel like I'm jobless
When you in the public eye you become a target (For real)
Don't wanna be friends with these n***as
Forced to shake hands with these n***as
Don't wanna be mans with these n***as
Made my folks fans of these n***as (True story, I birthed them)
I just want bags and big figures
Quit tryna act like you with us
Don't try to come stand in my picture (Ayy, stay over there)
This whole industry just fake to me (It's fake to Bagg)
I told my n***as, "Just have faith in me" (And pray for me)
Hoes used to pull off, now they wait for me (They stayin' now)
You wanna see me, gotta pay for me (Backennds)
This why the hood n***as relate to me (The streets, the hood, the world)
It ain't no flaw, it ain't no flake in me (Stand tall, won't fold, won't curve)
I keep my gun, it ain't no taking me (Hell nah, I can't go like that)
Ugh, ugh, exotic stank like potpourri
[Chorus]
These n***as lame as fuck (They lames)
These n***as not like us (At all)
I can't get used to this industry shit (I can't, I ain't gon' lie)
These n***as act like hoes (Hoes)
Behind closed doors (Damn)
I can't get used to this industry shit (I can't, fuck it)
Ayy, this my letter to y'all, I cannot vibe at all
I can't get used to this industry shit (Shit just way too fake)
These n***as lame as fuck, these n***as not like us (Like us)
I can't get used to this industry shit (I can't, what happened?)

[Verse 2]
They like when I go off
Came from nothin', so I show off (Show off)
You couldn't even get a bow off
Rappin' 'bout the shit, that was the throw off
N***as weird, n***as green
Prop money, tight jeans
They call 'em deals cause you gotta deal with 'em
It ain't live as it seems
I ain't really with the mixed signals, we cool or we not? (No back and forth)
All that dick ridin' that you doin', you a n***a or thot? (A n***a or bitch)
You had the drop on him, let him go, you with us or the opps? (Answer me)
Never sellin' my soul (Why?) I'm grindin' my way to the top (Grindin' it out, yeah)
[Outro]
I met some real n***as in this shit too, like
Some n***as that I can tell came from where I came from
Been through what I've been through or worse
(DrumGod)
Fuck the industry
Sincerely, Moneybagg Yo