Текст песни
Ayy, yo
Slave to the game, contract, whip or chain (uh-huh)
Own your name, what you want? Big dough or the change? (What you want?)
Fuck the fame, the fortune is more important
These niggas signing their life away with no lawyer (stupid)
Record exec's really ain't for ya
Too many hands in your pocket before you profit
On your quest to be poppin'
Be smart, don't settle for a stupid option
You the talent, they need you, you who they watchin' (facts)
A&R's pushin' luxury cars
Out here frontin' like they the star with their whole arm in your cookie jar
Takin' a bigger piece of your pie than you are (fuck outta here)
Jerked for your pub' 'cause you didn't read the nuance
Rob you for your socks while you still got your shoe on
Gettin' nothin' but pennies for your thoughts, but, you on (you on, though)
So, fuck clout, bro, it's dough to make
In business you don't get what you deserve, son
You get what you negotiate
Back in the days, we was slaves, whips and chains
Fast forward, they sell their soul for whips and chains
Pennies for your thoughts, pop these pills for pain
Now you dumb, deaf and numb
Signed over your name
Back in the days, we was slaves, whips and chains
Fast forward, they sell their soul for whips and chains
Pennies for your thoughts, pop these pills for pain
Now you dumb, deaf and numb
Signed over your name
It's the game, these niggas'll finesse you if you let 'em
You a corporation, when you locked they spell your name in big letters (dead ass)
Wonder why I do your research
It's all about self-preservation, fuck you, I feed me first (fuck you)
Back in the days, I'd be a runaway slave
Fuck workin' for free, my destiny's to be paid
I would hide in the field and stab master in the face
Go kidnap his wife and drown that bitch in the lake (bitch)
I need my cake on time and not a minute late
It's designed to keep you in debt and never elevate
Better stay wise and analyze gotta use your eyes