G3Ck0 - INDUSTRY

Bitches love to talk shit
Money never come quick
Killing shit like John Wick
Moving like a comet
Moving fast, breathing quick
All my movements they be picturesque, like a comet
Wonder how I make bands, I got profit
Ask me how I'm born rich, I change the topic
Going back up quick, like a rocket
Switch the flow up now, it's ironic
Got my grass hand made, it's exotic
You say that I cheat, no, I'm just on top of it
Proof of purchase used to sell my trophies I got bored of it
Wasting time that I can't get back, even though I promised
Nailing shit, music flowing in like a liquid
Made it to the finish line, all my fans are proud, look what I started
I be starting something new, made a industry
Now my bitch want to get closer, think she into me
Day and night, travel far, all just for the fame
Climbing hills, reach the top, I can endure the pain
What's the weather like, money falling like its fucking rain
Choose your battles, you could be a prince, or end up a slave
Had to fall, just to get back up, it's the way
Win a race, driving quick, I will change lanes
Buckle up, put your coat on it's going to freeze today
Wish I was something better, but I can only wait
Bitches love to be all you can eat, that's a buffet
When you got this power, you could choose to sleep all day
Mixing up my time, making plans I'm a DJ
Lot of free time, though it's feeling like a work day
Yeah
I got a bitch
And she fucking with me I'm the shit
Making thousand cash every second
I'm bout' to resign from this shit
I be starting something new, made a industry
Now my bitch want to get closer, think she into me
I be starting something new, made a industry
Now my bitch want to get closer, think she into me
I be starting something new, made a industry
Now my bitch want to get closer
Bitches love to talk shit
Money never come quick
Killing shit like John Wick
Moving like a comet
Moving fast, breathing quick
All my movements they be picturesque, like a comet
Wonder how I make bands, I got profit
Ask me how I'm born rich, I change the topic
Going back up quick, like a rocket
Switch the flow up now, it's ironic
Got my grass hand made, it's exotic
You say that I cheat, no, I'm just on top of it
Proof of purchase used to sell my trophies I got bored of it
Wasting time that I can't get back, even though I promised
Nailing shit, music flowing in like a liquid
Made it to the finish line, all my fans are proud, look what I started
I be starting something new, made a industry
Now my bitch want to get closer, think she into me

Written by:
Ben Burnett

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