Soul'd Out (feat. Downtown & Gemini Genesis)

Lay your corpse on the pad when it's written I'm just a man on a mission I'm just a patternless image All elite rapper's condition Labels are battered and ridden Rappers are powerless victims With every album diminished Quarters in our percentage With every check that is written, there's a consent that is hidden Jammed in a federalist prison with every others they fit in Live from the ashes I've risen Pen and my pad's my religion I'm feeling glad that I've living Bad like I'm Terry McGinnis Hold up for a second cause I gotta tell you all something But I'm being quick about it cause I know the law's coming Shut the f*ck up Downtown, you don't even know nothing Give advice to rappers when you never even sold nothing I'm just tryna tell you that the industry is soul hunting Take a look at Joe Budden Shoulda won a gold something Then the Grammy's hit and they presented it with no pumping Made a diss to Def Jam, back up on the road hustlin Slow down Think these people want my soul now Sold out Only means I pack the whole crowd Sold out For you it means you bout to grow clout Hold out These labels hang you by a rope now Sold out These labels leave your body coked out No doubt And on the day you overdose, count All the album sales and the streams that just broke out All the record sales and the merch that just sold out It's never been a secret that the industry is full of leeches Censoring empowered speeches Making sure they never reach us Artists getting played while labels banking off their features Overcharging for their verses like they wrote them from the blood of Jesus So Rappers take note in this dirty game These execs cut your neck while you're thirsty for the fame They all promise you the world so you're quick to sign your name Now you're trapped inside their world as you struggle to maintain You'll never see me rocking chains that I'd have to give back Poppin bottles with some groupies in a rented Maybach Steppin out dipped in Gucci throwing up a hunned stacks While the label profits more off that fabricated plaque So many artists independent, I see no point to ever sign How could I sell my soul and feed you rap that isn't mine So this one is for the fans I'm staying true to you Don't let me die before you say I was the best you ever knew I gotta Slow down Think these people want my soul now Sold out Only means I pack the whole crowd Sold out For you it means you bout to grow clout Hold out These labels hang you by a rope now Sold out These labels leave your body coked out No doubt And on the day you overdose, count All the album sales and the streams that just broke out All the record sales and the merch that just sold out