For the past couple of years now, I've been holding in something
And it's ready to f*cking blow
Let's get it, yo
Let me tell you all a story about my former days of glory
Warning the details might get harsh and gory
Yeah, I'm bout to point out all these flaws in a breeze
Let me roll up a joint in my sleeves
I'll soon make this whole industry want to leave
Yeah, some days are like a f*cking fight club
You better bob and weave
Believe he, punch me five times
My back, shoulders, and the ribs
Slinging so much coke, you would've thought he was speaking ad-libs
Earnest always said the hard R-N word
Claims to be mad-lib
You know I'ma serve it up
Don't forget the lobster bib
Bitch, I made a house of bricks and put my chips on the worst Brett
Yeah, I left the industry looking like a war vet
O-T-W, yeah, these lyrics gonna make it upset
Why? Cause I'm boutta
Rename that shit to Epstein's Island
Yeah, that creep tried to flirt with minors that he thought he was styling
Most of the workers never seem to mind it
Surely the customers will never know he vents
Got them blinded
Yeah, you know the power went right to his f*cking head
Cig's got him looking like The Walking Dead
Cooking charity dinner so he won't get booked by the f*cking feds
I'ma take this shit to service so you best be off those sleeping meds
Always hounding me about my hair
Can't contain this plastic that's a dollar share
July 4th, he tried to get experimental
Call that shit a science fair
A master manipulator
That whole gig played out like some band of players
Only thing he's serving up is some bland flavors
You see this crazy f*cking rapper
Now you know the perpetrator
He a soul stealer
Cold demeanor
Rotten ass seafood
Guess that's what they meant by gold greener
Giving free food to his coke dealers
Man of god but a hoe pleaser
That whole empire met a thot like that Joe Caesar
Said you'd never be like us
Yeah, I wouldn't want to either
Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn
OuttaThisWorld Ganjia - The Industry Lyrics
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For the past couple of years now, I've been holding in something
And it's ready to f*cking blow
Let's get it, yo
Let me tell you all a story about my former days of glory
Warning the details might get harsh and gory
Yeah, I'm bout to point out all these flaws in a breeze
Let me roll up a joint in my sleeves
I'll soon make this whole industry want to leave
Yeah, some days are like a f*cking fight club
You better bob and weave
Believe he, punch me five times
My back, shoulders, and the ribs
Slinging so much coke, you would've thought he was speaking ad-libs
Earnest always said the hard R-N word
Claims to be mad-lib
You know I'ma serve it up
Don't forget the lobster bib
Bitch, I made a house of bricks and put my chips on the worst Brett
Yeah, I left the industry looking like a war vet
O-T-W, yeah, these lyrics gonna make it upset
Why? Cause I'm boutta
Rename that shit to Epstein's Island
Yeah, that creep tried to flirt with minors that he thought he was styling
Most of the workers never seem to mind it
Surely the customers will never know he vents
Got them blinded
Yeah, you know the power went right to his f*cking head
Cig's got him looking like The Walking Dead
Cooking charity dinner so he won't get booked by the f*cking feds
I'ma take this shit to service so you best be off those sleeping meds
Always hounding me about my hair
Can't contain this plastic that's a dollar share
July 4th, he tried to get experimental
Call that shit a science fair
A master manipulator
That whole gig played out like some band of players
Only thing he's serving up is some bland flavors
You see this crazy f*cking rapper
Now you know the perpetrator
He a soul stealer
Cold demeanor
Rotten ass seafood
Guess that's what they meant by gold greener
Giving free food to his coke dealers
Man of god but a hoe pleaser
That whole empire met a thot like that Joe Caesar
Said you'd never be like us
Yeah, I wouldn't want to either
Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn
And it's ready to f*cking blow
Let's get it, yo
Let me tell you all a story about my former days of glory
Warning the details might get harsh and gory
Yeah, I'm bout to point out all these flaws in a breeze
Let me roll up a joint in my sleeves
I'll soon make this whole industry want to leave
Yeah, some days are like a f*cking fight club
You better bob and weave
Believe he, punch me five times
My back, shoulders, and the ribs
Slinging so much coke, you would've thought he was speaking ad-libs
Earnest always said the hard R-N word
Claims to be mad-lib
You know I'ma serve it up
Don't forget the lobster bib
Bitch, I made a house of bricks and put my chips on the worst Brett
Yeah, I left the industry looking like a war vet
O-T-W, yeah, these lyrics gonna make it upset
Why? Cause I'm boutta
Rename that shit to Epstein's Island
Yeah, that creep tried to flirt with minors that he thought he was styling
Most of the workers never seem to mind it
Surely the customers will never know he vents
Got them blinded
Yeah, you know the power went right to his f*cking head
Cig's got him looking like The Walking Dead
Cooking charity dinner so he won't get booked by the f*cking feds
I'ma take this shit to service so you best be off those sleeping meds
Always hounding me about my hair
Can't contain this plastic that's a dollar share
July 4th, he tried to get experimental
Call that shit a science fair
A master manipulator
That whole gig played out like some band of players
Only thing he's serving up is some bland flavors
You see this crazy f*cking rapper
Now you know the perpetrator
He a soul stealer
Cold demeanor
Rotten ass seafood
Guess that's what they meant by gold greener
Giving free food to his coke dealers
Man of god but a hoe pleaser
That whole empire met a thot like that Joe Caesar
Said you'd never be like us
Yeah, I wouldn't want to either
Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn Devil spawn
Writer: Dylan Barrette
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