Exodus Songtext

von Fabolous

(Performed by Black Ice)

My youngins get it fucked up when yall talk about the game
Like its designed in their favor
Like it ain't outlined for them to waiver
Their rights for a lil bit of fame
Get in bullshit fights for a lil name
To get noticed by some niggaz that
Don't give 2 fucks about you
Tell em you don't do the jives and
Shucks, and they route you to the shelf
See, there's no money in good health
So they need you to be sick with it
Ill content and delivery niggaz
This nation thrives off misery

Niggaz
So if you ain't tryin to let you hard times
Increase my wealth
Nigga
Keep that progressive shit to yourself
This is the business of buying souls, and
We only tryin to fuck with those, who,
Tryin to sell them
See, they my see me as an adversary
Cuz they know I'm tryin to tell them
About the forest of artists who grow
Only to meet industry axes
How they take a niggas dreams and write
Them of in their taxes
Contracs is confusing, but don't worry
They'll appoint the lawyer
For you whore you
Loan you funds to fuck your soul
Make you pay it back and still maintain
Controll of your stroll
Your tracks and your hot ass
Slow flow they'll keep you lookin good and all that, but
No dough
You see, when they get a bitch, they got a bitch
And contrary to popular opinion it ain't my sistas that switch
It's my brothers
When the dumb motherfuckers
Hardest niggaz in the streets turned industry suckers
Cuz we refused to do the knowledge

Nigga,
You can't leran this music game in the streets or in college
So you betta pick of a book or something, or
Fuck it, black ice will put it in a hook or something, and
Hope that you listen to it
Got you pumpin that poison
While they paint them illusionary parades and keep pissin
Thru it
You pussies don't know the price, or the sacrifices
That this industry makes real niggas walk

F-a-b-o-l-o-u-s

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