Industry Lyrics – Yung Kidd C

Industry Lyrics by Yung Kidd C

How the hell you do the whole group, but you not a groupie?
Offered me a hunnid cash, i ain’t take it, i ain’t goofy
Cause to me that sh#t be stupid, how you sign you rights? ruthless
You a liar, you too truthless, go that white ain’t even cook it

Yo’ label want three hunnid from yo shows, can’t even book it
They said that they could turn me to a star, i overlooked it
I’m just steady on this grind, on my mind gettin’ paper
I done wrote too many times, out my eyes here come the vapor

Independent sh#t, but i’m not no mozzy boy
We be floatin’ in the air, but no kamikaze boy
Once the done wit’ you, they crumble you, like some chips ahoy
They done summoned you, they under you, you a star like roydaboy

Pop a 24 per bean, feeling like i’m bryant
I can’t have them on my team, yeah they too defiant
I sit black and blow the steam, i ain’t into crying
Bet they know just what i mean, overhead it get to flyin’

Come to me, bet they don’t try it
On the radio, go buy it
Yo pants loose, they need them tightened
Social media? cause a riot

I could fly, like i’m a pilot
I need me one like a kylie
My dawgs talk, but they’re no brians
I can’t f#ck with all that typing

How the hell you do the whole group, but you not a groupie?
Offered me a hunnid cash, i ain’t take it, i ain’t goofy
Cause to me that sh#t be stupid, how you sign you rights? ruthless
You a liar, you too truthless, go that white ain’t even cook it

Yo’ label want three hunnid from yo shows, can’t even book it
They said that they could turn me to a star, i overlooked it
I’m just steady on this grind, on my mind gettin’ paper
I done wrote too many times, out my eyes here come the vapor

Big guap, big tech, big flex, wrist wet
You done signed yo whole life away, for a little check
They promote the violence from us all, so you scream set!
Copying the next person, so you gotta scream sex!

Arms short, can’t even hold cash, you a t-rex
What i say? you do what i want, you a damn pet
He a slimey boy what he claim, make his nose wet
I ain’t never thought about soul, how much you wanna bet

Like i first my first tape, they ain’t comparison
War against the a&r’s, go ahead and send ‘em in
Cap for the evil, we gon’ boom, say it’s vigilance
Coke bottle shape, babyface, damn she heaven sent

But she hella greedy, man i swear she hella needy
I’m in pain when i’m grieving, but she still want that freezie
But she still work at dds, off a pill she be geekin’
Touch a mill’ she gon’ eat it, then she dip that cheesy

Bet she see you on that tv, lookin’ back you wanna be
You ain’t like me cause you love me, cause i found out you was cheating
On this stage, get to breachin’ you a hoodrat and i mean it
Every innocent girl sneaky, bet they all be conceded

How the hell you do the whole group, but you not a groupie?
Offered me a hunnid cash, i ain’t take it, i ain’t goofy
Cause to me that sh#t be stupid, how you sign you rights? ruthless
You a liar, you too truthless, go that white ain’t even cook it

Yo’ label want three hunnid from yo shows, can’t even book it
They said that they could turn me to a star, i overlooked it
I’m just steady on this grind, on my mind gettin’ paper
I done wrote too many times, out my eyes here come the vapor
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Yung Kidd C Lyrics – Industry

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