Shittin On The Industry

Zaytoven
(Shitting on the industry)
Yeah, yeah (Paper Route business)
Yeah, yeah (it's Dolph)
Yeah, yeah (we runnin' circles 'round these fuck niggas)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ayy-ayy

I got ten grams of strong, in the raw cone
Your bitch just jumped in my car, with no draws on
You still got it 'cause you got bad bitch, mine's all gone
I'm iced out, and I ain't even got it all on
Uncle told me, "Keep a back up plan to fall on"
I'm doing shows, but still got five plugs to call on
My favorite tool was the scale before the microphone
Post up in your hood with the sack, and treat it like it's home

Fuck the rap game, it's full of flossing ass niggas
I came from the hood, with nothin' but robbing ass niggas
Most of these niggas lame as fuck, ain't never had no cake
Yeah, everyday a birthday, that why we celebrate
This bitch all up in a rich nigga face
Ayy, my nigga, come get your bitch, come put her in hеr place
You see this shit around my neck, boy, I'd die about it
Usеd to be fucked up, went and got a million, nigga, I ain't cry about it

I just scratched your main bitch off my list, nigga (yeah)
I spent your favorite rapper advance on my wrist, nigga (what?)
I'm eating steaks and drink syrup up in RuCrisst, nigga (hey-hey!)
You wanna know who's runnin' shit, go ask your bitch, nigga (uh-huh)

I just scratched your main bitch off my list, nigga
I spent your favorite rapper advance on my wrist, nigga (what?)
I'm eating steaks and drink syrup up in RuCrisst, nigga (hey-hey!)
You wanna know who run this shit, go ask your bitch, nigga (uh-huh)

I just asked your sister what that pussy hit for
I just scratched your main bitch off my list, bruh
Got a spot out in Vegas, just to hide the paper
Got a house out in Bali, just to hide the choppers
Glock .96, pow, stashed it in my locker
Went to class and told the teacher, "I ain't doing shit!"
If I ain't selling weed, I'm skipping school with a bitch
Guess who baby mama DM me, say, "You the shit"

I would tell you, but I'm always starting shit
This Rollie got them hammer time rocks, they too legit
I'm all about my paper, I don't indulge in foolishness
Yeah, you a good rapper, but I really know you a bitch
You rappers mad at me, they asking, "What's the big deal?"
To get to where I'm at, them suckers signing six deals
Just got a 60 pack and hit 'em at your bitch crib
Nah, I ain't got no rap enemy, I'm just shitting on the industry

I just scratched your main bitch off my list, nigga (yeah)
Spent your favorite rapper advance on my wrist, nigga (what?)
I'm eating steaks and drink syrup up in RuCrisst, nigga (hey-hey!)
You wanna know who's runnin' shit, go ask your bitch, nigga (uh-huh)

I just scratched your main bitch off my list, nigga
Spent your favorite rapper advance on my wrist, nigga (what?)
I'm eating steaks and drink syrup up in RuCrisst, nigga (hey-hey!)
You wanna know who run this shit, go ask your bitch, nigga (uh-huh)

(Shitting On The Industry)
(Paper Route Empire)