F Da Industry

[Verse 1]

Straight from the bottom of the compass

If you don't already know me fam, this is Hollowman

And you know I keep it thorough

And, these niggas ain't out here but you can believe I am

That's why the scumbags follow man

So there's been a couple occasions where a nigga's had to swallow grams

Throw food, borrow grands

So I've gotta soothe my pain with a lot of gam

Nigga I ain't no bitch

We can have it out like Jolie and Brad Pitt in Mr and Mrs Smith

'Cause I'm rolling with that stick

5 seconds, it can be over with that quick

I'm aiming for your wig so I'm hoping that that splits

If your chick talks shit then I'm slapping up that bitch

I'm erratic when I flip

So you don't wanna see me with a Mac and a fat clip

[Chorus]

I'ma give it to 'em raw

So fuck the industry

They won't let us in, we'll be kicking in the door

This is our game now, our turf now

We should be pissing on the floor

I'ma give it to 'em raw

So fuck the industry

They won't let us in, we'll be kicking in the door

This is our game now, our turf now

We should be pissing on the floor

[Verse 2]

Creeping my brain

The reason why my shit's so hard is because I'm releasing my pain

Snitches out there tryna weaken my game

In the police station speaking my name

I'm tryna get that belly

You niggas ain't on paper, you're on chickenheads

Famalam forget that jezzy

Food's scarce so I'm tryna stretch that coke

But when papi hollers back I'll tell him "get that ready"

I'ma beat the strip black and blue

The way that food's scarce, I've been slacking

I've got some catching up to do

Begging me for more, that's the kinda shit my rats'll do

Ask my clientelle, I've got fantastic food

Niggas talk a lot of shit

I don't talk, I just bring the action through

So count your lucky stars I'm in a happy mood

This ain't everyday shit, pussyhole, 'cause I ain't a happy dude

That's the reason why I don't do happy tunes

[Chorus]

I'ma give it to 'em raw

So fuck the industry

They won't let us in, we'll be kicking in the door

This is our game now, our turf now

We should be pissing on the floor

[Verse 3]

I come with immaculate shit

Niggas conversating like "Gig I can't get over the crack that he spits"

Obviously you get them dickheads just watching man's shit

I'll tell you what, find a chick and relax off my dick

Keep the whistle on the steel

Or I'll just send Carlton and Spen through

Nigga they'll be pissing in your grill

You're running up and down with Pinocchio niggas

'Cause you look up on a star and you're wishing they were real

These other rappers' shit's difficult to feel

They're saying it's their life but I notice certain bits are from a film

I'm old school nigga

Whilst you was at home watching cartoons

I was hustling, licking me a till

I've been through every damn thing

From the bottom of the barrel to doing the damn thing

They wanna lock us up like we're doing a bad thing

So them Trident dickheads plot on getting me back in