Fuck You

[Intro] Motherfuck you Straight up fuck you Double fuck you Bitch fuck you [Verse 1] I want this anthem for those who can't find em For them industry [?] who don't know talent from [?] Becoming obvious that they've been plotting on us Tryna stop us from accomplishing profiting dollars that are ours We underground man, we do it ten times harder Hella shows, payin' dues we true to life artist Hustle mentality with confidence to [?] Straight to the top, defy gravity to reach furthest It's in my blood like a deadly venomous element And I've accapted it look into my eyes it's evident Each and every sentences further to rappin' instead I've been earnin', deservin' every single chance that I get And I can't help it if you're hatin' homie Let me tell you this: I'm one of the hardest rap artists to lyrics when I spit My work ethic is set on to everybody admits So if you're talkin' shit on me then you can suck on my dick bitch [Hook] (Fuck you!) To major labels and their whole stuff (Bitch fuck you!) To the radio, kiss my ass (Motherfuck you!) To the people doubting my craft (Straight up you!) For thinkin' you can witness me crashed (Double fuck you!) To the haters off in the past (I'm like fuck you!) Sneaky little snakes in the grass (Never trust you!) Prayin' that I'm comin' in last Carefull throwin' all them rocks when you're livin' in glass [Verse 2] The heart of an artits is often the hardest to damage So careless from being rubbish' (?) is shape shifts to granted All you want is to be heard to strike a nerve Despite the obsticles that are spiting you with each and every curve It's a paradox a literal pandora's box You often give up everything, regardless if they care or not And they being all them people in charts CEO's, major labels sittin', watchin' you starve They're turning ringtone rappers in the national stars And makes you mad as hell, smashin' knuckles to scars While billboard keeps on grindin' for them phonies at large Is got crawling in your skin while they're claiming them charts And it's never been about the talent It's all about the who'se paying and who will management Cause who you are is who you know and that is adamant To be successful and relevent, that's the end of it Fuck em I say "to hell with it" [Hook] [Verse 3] Strictly independent, gorilla hustle underground rap phenomene I never backdown and I'm back on with the vengence The snake and bat has got my back with each and every sentence I keep on grindin' and rhymin' it right every second Supplying divine lines from my ol' mic, check it You look suprised to find em alive but I'm not stressin' I won't comply to your lies and can't try pride agression And did I mention? It's all karma and it's right from the wine Sorta like Mike Tyson I fight night I'm hyped till I fight for mine The truth hurts like a knife, like a spike in the spine And thanks to the talking, you for helping me shine [Hook]