Shittin’ on the Industry Young Dolph

[Verse 1]
I got ten grams of strong, in the raw cone
Your bitch just jumped in my car, with no draws on
You still got it [?] all gone
I'm iced out, and I ain't even got it all on
Uncle told me keep a backup plan to fall on
I'm doing shows, but still got five plugs to call on
My favorite tool was the scale before the microphone
Post up in your hood with the sack, and treat it like it's home
Fuck the rap game, it's full of flossing ass niggas
I came from the hood, with nothing but robbing ass niggas
Most of these niggas lame as fuck, ain't ever had no cake
Everyday a birthday, that why we celebrate
This bitch all up in a rich nigga face
Eh my nigga, come get your bitch, come put her in hеr place
You see this shit round my neck, boy I'd die about it
Usеd to be fucked up, went and got a million, nigga I ain't cry about it

[Chorus]
I just scratched your main bitch off my list, nigga
Spent your favorite rapper advance on my wrist, nigga
I'm eating steaks and drink syrup up in RuCrisst, nigga
I just scratched your main bitch off my list, nigga
Spent your favorite rapper advance on my wrist, nigga
I'm eating steaks and drink syrup up in RuCrisst, nigga
You wanna know who run this shit, go ask your bitch, nigga