[Intro]
"You're either a genius or you are a hater of the industry
A hater of the way things ought to be done
Tell me the strategy behind your doing what you do these days"

[Verse 1: Ransom]
I'm just trying to inquire what this really 'bout
What's with the silly clout? City girls taking Diddy's route
What got Keke whining and dancing with her kitty out?
What made Janelle go from a Lauryn Hill to her titties out?
It's up 'til it's stuck, that's what the litty shout
But here's what I really doubt, the made up storylines in your pity pouts
You catch a case before the album drops
That's what made thе album hot, but God forbid that album flops
Now you banging on your records, why you think they found him shot?
We call that shit a bloodstrеam, and it streams around the clock, I found a plot
Why shed our blood for they empire?
It's universal hate for them liars, Len Byers
Tried to warn a brother but, he died in court, caught for them ten priors
Hard to look past this when you've been biased
Cross the Atlantic's in a slave ship
Never was a priority for us to stay rich, shit

[Interlude: Prince]
"We don't believe in free goods
We don't believe in, you know, 90% of the contract the way it's written now
The standard contract, we don't believe in 360 deals
Anybody that signs one of those are absolutely crazy."
[Verse 2: Ransom]
It's almost like we was meant to be violent
Don't get lost in these quotes, 'cause they was sent to be guidance
My novels are graphic, look what it meant to these tyrants
Don't follow the masses, 'cause then the “M” can be silent
Don't squander the assets, you know the journey, don't ponder the address
Gotta be worried, my genre is classless, honor the task list
Not fond of them Uncle Tom's who'll ass-kiss
I shoulder the pain, so when Ran upper arm is disastrous
Why be wrapped up in all this glitter?
When your lowest moments is praised and happily brought to Twitter
Your blasphemy thoughts is bitter
My pop was in bad shape
So I went from my dad's bod to an immaculate father figure, n***a

[Outro: Prince]
"My father was, he was so hard on me
He, he, I was never good enough
And there was something about that
It was almost like the army when it came to music."