Record Labels

[Intro: Joe Budden Sample]
It's tough in New York, it's tough out here. Like, you gotta really be on top of your A game. Like, you gotta be the best rapper, you gotta be the best dresser, you gotta be the best interviewer. You have to do everything the best. Grind mode is really it

[Chorus: Joe Budden Sample (J-Formz)]
Um, stay on your grind, never sign to a label where an artist is the president
(You ain't gonna eat off me, nah!)
Don't make friends with nonе of these niggas, nobody's your friend
(Labеls tryin to get a quick buck, fuck em!)
Nobody's your friend, and that's really it
(You ain't gonna eat off me, nah!)
Stack. Stack that money. As quick as it comes, it goes
(I could do it on my own, I don't need your shit. Please!)

[Verse 1: J-Formz]
I ain't scared of all you dicks talkin slick on your records
I've been on the streets, real dudes run reckless
So, it's whatever
Cause I done been to all these places, and I ain't never lost one necklace
We all the same, I don't give a fuck, you don't give a fuck
So who gives a fuck? I'm just tryin to live it up...
But the ones in business suits right behind the desk
Talkin about big bucks if you sign with them
And your first thought it: "Shit, let me find a pen!"
But if you don't go plat, you won't rhyme again
And that's fine with them, shit, look at the contract
They gave you 500 thou, and now, you owe it right back
You're fucked!

[Chorus: Big L Sample (J-Formz)]
You need to come with, you know, singin in you joints and all that
(You ain't gonna eat off me, nah!)
I ain't know how to come cause that ain't me
(Labels tryin to get a quick buck, fuck em!)
I felt the game is like adapting to me
(You ain't gonna eat off me, nah!)
I'm just nice, I just got skills. You know what I'm sayin?
(I could do it on my own, I don't need your shit. Please!)

[Verse 2: J-Formz]
Man, fuck a gun, fuck a knife
Cause in this rap game, I done seen the nicest dudes sign away they rights
Fuck that, they pretty much signed away they life
And that shit has an effect on the way they write
They can't say what they want in the way they like
The real hip hop fans would all say they nice
But, I know the life looks good, that's for promotion
Sit down with the dude, ask him how much he owes them
All the jewels and the necklace?
Ask him if he owns them, I bet he's gotta give me back cause they rented
And even the Benzes
It's all mind games from record labels with fucked up intentions

[Chorus: Big L & LL Cool J Sample (J-Formz)]
I don't understand how wack rappers sell a million records
(You ain't gonna eat off me, nah!)
And brothers that's mad nice don't even be going gold, you know what I'm sayin?
(Labels tryin to get a quick buck, fuck em!)
You know, rappers start out hardcore and then they just get mad soft
(You ain't gonna eat off me, nah!)
Bobbin they head and the record is garbage!
(I could do it on my own, I don't need your shit. Please!)

[Bidge: J-Formz]
They try and tell you they there for your best interest
Throw around a little money that they gonna invest
Now they got you in debt
And you're so blind by the limelight that you don't even see what it is yet

[Verse 3: J-Formz]
Now don't think I need you, I'm not sayin you need me
But my music gets played everyday anyway
Fuck your money, I got my own source of income
I get 100 plays a day motha fucka, and then some
And I ain't spend a ton on none of this shit
Got a lab in the crib and some beats, when I spit
I know I'm reachin these kids cause they replay my shit
See how easy it is when you believe in this shit?
It may not sound like much, but it definitely is
When thousands of people say you're definitely sick
And I never understood why they turned down deals
But now I'm 23 and I know how they feel
They ain't tryin to get screwed, they just wanna spit rhymes
Cause they know that they nice, they don't need to be signed
And if you love hip hop, I know you feel what I say
Cause I'm still nasty if nobody hears what I say
Motha fucka!

[Chorus: Tupac Sample (J-Formz)]
Only way for that to happen is from a fan of me
(You ain't gonna eat off me, nah!)
So that tell you that it's pure talent!
(Labels tryin to get a quick buck, fuck em!)
They don't even wanna buy our record, but they gotta buy our record
(You ain't gonna eat off me, nah!)
Cause we represent the streets!
(I could do it on my own, I don't need your shit. Please!)

[Outro: J-Formz]
Ha! Nah, that's not goin down over here man. Just chillin up in here with a blunt, you don't tell me when to smoke my motha fuckin weed, son. I wanna do a fuckin banger for the streets? I do a banger for the streets. I do what the fuck I wanna do. I wanna put this dude on my song? I put this dude on a song. Cause he's nice, not cause you say so motha fucka! You don't run nothin over here...