1st Verse:

This industry is filled/ with false positives and empty promises/
But they want you to keep it real, I've identified what the problem is/
I don't need a label undermining my accomplishments/
And I'm so sick and tired of these fucking dishonest men/
So, I'll keep it real, I'll keep it really real for y’all/
I don't need a deal, I don't need a deal at all/ Unless they call/
With a mill, Saying I can keep my team around me/
then I'll sign my name over the phone with the pound key/
Fuck off, I've been independent since the jump off/
What? You think I've gone soft, nah that's insane dipshit/
This game is like the Pain Olympics, but I haven't cut my nuts off yet/ Dudes wanna come in and bust off techs/
I just really wanna go and drop bombs on flex/
I'm sick of it/ Nothing is intricate, rapping's illiterate destined to fall/
Why do they give a shit? Why are they listening? Questions I call/
On one and all/ Step in the game/
Don't sound the same/ Make your own lane/
The only reason that I'm using this flow is to show you all why it is lame/ Let’s get some innovation/
Ever since the first time that I stepped foot in this nation/
It felt like a hub for creation/
But now I see that it was me, for whom you've been patiently waiting/
But I won’t sell my soul to Satan/ As long as one kid he keeps on saying that I'm his favorite/



Chorus:

I see these signed dudes I watch them roll by,
I watch them roll by, I watch them roll by/
These labels want my soul, I keep it independent,
I leave my soul in these records/x2



2nd Verse:

If you wanna go and cop your checks, then I'll allow it B/
But the line you sign it sets, your new boundaries/
If you haven't gone and earned respect, well then we're bound to see/ That your career will be dead in a year and you'll be living in fear of underground MC’s/
Wanna induct me to the industry/
‘Cause I'm one of the best spitters living in da C -P-H/
With Nines and the beats he made/
We got everybody wanting in the scene we made/
‘Cause we put out five tracks and we got five stars/
Now you put up five stacks and you get five bars/
Multiply that with the distance to Mars and that's what it costs for a sound like ours/ I'm taking charge of my destiny/
And harnessing the best in me/ While marking up my legacy/
As an artist and the best to breathe/ The only way you'll be ahead of me is by beheading me/ I'll be an entity until the death of me/
So bro, you better believe/ I'mma do some shit that ain't never been seen/ like the head of ET/ Moving forward like a centipede fleet/
Comparatively you're a ketamine fiend/ Hip-hop's dead and deceased/ Give it seven CC’s/ Or a better MC or get up and leave/
Your lack quality's staring to bother me/
Honestly gotten me wanting lobotomies/
You’re rapping horribly not even bottom league/
Thinking you're dropping heat those type of qualities/
Are never in need ‘cause we're fed up with greed/
Conceive it, I just dissed you conceded/
You're never in need 'cause you'll never beat me/

Chorus:

I see these signed dudes I watch them roll by,
I watch them roll by, I watch them roll by/
These labels want my soul, I keep it independent,
I leave my soul in these records/x2