Ademonwithefaceofanangel - Industry Dangerous

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G-W-M-G
ADEMONWITHEFACEOFANANGEL
(Timmy "Da MUTHAFUCKIN'" Hitman)
Yeah
Industry Dangerous
No peace, so I'm in beast mode
Ain't no cheat code for the street code
Got a deep soul like a sinkhole
Got me weed rolled, and my drink cold
Got bars rappers'll kill fo
Niggas mostly weirdos, got my earphones in my earlobes
Now competition getting steamrolled
I stand out like a beanpole out the grave where dreams go
Got an ego of a Leo, so worship the ground my feet on
Fuck Cancer fuck chemo
Murder ev'thang I be on
Show the industry I belong
Make ya' last scream my ringtone
Choppa raining no doctor waiting
Stop complaining; yo' top is brainless
Cops are nameless shots were painless
Dead for tryna' be insta-famous (Yeah)
Block a bitch who won't stop portraying
She ain't suckin' dick to shop for bracelets, purses, shoes, and hot vacations
Full of shit like a box of raisins
Show us something that's not your anus
Her heart's filled with lots of anguish
Body speaks the art of language
Pussy flame, you can't contain it
Men still eat her like a Danish
Sugar daddies never stop the payments
It's never a moment she's not the favorite
She ruin lives for entertainment (Okay)
Niggas lies are entertaining
Y'all know I ain't leaving with what I came wit
Fuck the fame shit; we, the gang bitch
Let it bang
Rap-niggas the lamest (Hell yeah)
I'm industry dangerous
G-W-M-G
We industry-dangerous
No peace, so I'm in beast mode
Ain't no cheat code for the street code
Got a deep soul like a sinkhole
Got me weed rolled, and my drink cold
Got bars rappers'll kill fo
Niggas mostly weirdos, got my earphones in my earlobes
Now competition getting steamrolled
I stand out like a beanpole out the grave where dreams go
Got an ego of a Leo, so worship the ground my feet on
Fuck Cancer fuck chemo
Murder ev'thang I be on
Show the industry I belong
Make ya' last scream my ringtone
Fuck the contacts in yo' contacts
The fine print in yo' contract
The forty-caliber compact
Skin a pussycat on contact
This isn't a contest; get slumped over ya' armrest
Now you rest in God's nest tryn'a stand in way of my conquest
Keep an eye on my progress; Ion cheat my way thru the process
They treat music like an object they run to when they hard-pressed
Clout-chasing', or jobless, but I'm a be the GOAT regardless
Even if I say fuck y'all and keep postponing my project
I wrote songs for no profit began to question my own logic
Spent money from my own pockets
Some garbage, I'll never acknowledge
Some rappers need to go to college
And some rappers need to go back to college
Bitch
No peace, so I'm in beast mode
Ain't no cheat code for the street code
Got a deep soul like a sinkhole
Got me weed rolled, and my drink cold
Got bars rappers'll kill fo
Niggas mostly weirdos, got my earphones in my earlobes
Now competition getting steamrolled
I stand out like a beanpole out the grave where dreams go
Got an ego of a Leo, so worship the ground my feet on
Fuck Cancer fuck chemo
Murder ev'thang I be on
Show the industry I belong
Make ya' last scream my ringtone

Written by:
Frank Smith

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