Soul'd Out

Lay your corpse on the pad when it's written
I'm just a man on a mission
I'm just a patternless image
All elite rapper's condition
Labels are battered and ridden
Rappers are powerless victims
With every album diminished
Quarters in our percentage
With every check that is written, there's a consent that is hidden
Jammed in a federalist prison with every others they fit in
Live from the ashes I've risen
Pen and my pad's my religion
I'm feeling glad that I've living
Bad like I'm Terry McGinnis
Hold up for a second cause I gotta tell you all something
But I'm being quick about it cause I know the law's coming
Shut the fuck up Downtown, you don't even know nothing
Give advice to rappers when you never even sold nothing
I'm just tryna tell you that the industry is soul hunting
Take a look at Joe Budden
Shoulda won a gold something
Then the Grammy's hit and they presented it with no pumping
Made a diss to Def Jam, back up on the road hustlin

Slow down
Think these people want my soul now
Sold out
Only means I pack the whole crowd
Sold out
For you it means you bout to grow clout
Hold out
These labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales and the streams that just broke out
All the record sales and the merch that just sold out

It's never been a secret that the industry is full of leeches
Censoring empowered speeches
Making sure they never reach us
Artists getting played while labels banking off their features
Overcharging for their verses like they wrote them from the blood of Jesus
So
Rappers take note in this dirty game
These execs cut your neck while you're thirsty for the fame
They all promise you the world so you're quick to sign your name
Now you're trapped inside their world as you struggle to maintain
You'll never see me rocking chains that I'd have to give back
Poppin bottles with some groupies in a rented Maybach
Steppin out dipped in Gucci throwing up a hunned stacks
While the label profits more off that fabricated plaque
So many artists independent, I see no point to ever sign
How could I sell my soul and feed you rap that isn't mine
So this one is for the fans
I'm staying true to you
Don't let me die before you say I was the best you ever knew
I gotta

Slow down
Think these people want my soul now
Sold out
Only means I pack the whole crowd
Sold out
For you it means you bout to grow clout
Hold out
These labels hang you by a rope now
Sold out
These labels leave your body coked out
No doubt
And on the day you overdose, count
All the album sales and the streams that just broke out
All the record sales and the merch that just sold out