LaLion - INDUSTRY

I will only sleep
After demons start to eat (Feast)
What a fucking freak
Stuck a buck inside my knee (We)
Running from the fee
Not no subtlety I bleed (Please)
What the industry wanna cut me up to be
I'm living like a killer with a mask on
Feeling myself with a bag of the add-ons
Hit them with a little bit of bad mom
Til they feel thrills like they pills in the damn songs
Hidden in the industry is Teflon
Never take shots less you aim for the head dog
I don't wanna feel like this
I don't wanna live in piss
Fuck that double up
Kill them when you modest
Iller than the lawless
Used to living little now
Now I'm Biggie like I'm Wallace
Living in a mosh pit
Spitting like I'm toxic
Malcom in the middle with the way I'm talking like its off script
Feeling like the man, you a maggot I know
Crawling for the cam, but the camera it go
Switching to the stand, where the stamina go
Give them a demand and the man let you go
Industry industry
All of y'all are feeling me
Industry industry
Money, honey, infamy
Industry industry
Give you soul to be a g
Industry industry
All of y'all are industry
Sick of all the fakers, all the takers, all the snakes
Sick of all the papers, all the traitors, all the greats
Sick of all the majors, all the makers all the bait
Sick of all the industry it's really filled with hate
Nothing is free in life except the cheese in the trap
All of y'all mice among the real men you gon get capped
Bottles with models the follows you borrow to pass
To hollow the Hollywood heart the karma just get stacked
Wack
Want the guap and the wap on the wish list
This bitch that whip on the hit list
They gon give you all you want if you witness
Devil working hand in hand like its fitness
They gon think I'm illuminati
I wrote this before the party
C4 if you're for the molly
Don't touch my cup less you sorry
Industry industry
All of y'all are feeling me
Industry industry
Money, honey, infamy
Industry industry
Give you soul to be a g
Industry industry
All of y'all are industry
Sick of all the fakers, all the takers, all the snakes
Sick of all the papers, all the traitors, all the greats
Sick of all the majors, all the makers all the bait
Sick of all the industry it's really filled with hate

Written by:
Grant Lalaian

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