Genocide

Lyrics

[Intro] Maybe I could mop your floor Want me to go in the back? Maybe I could wash some dishes for you, man Huh? You like that, man? [Verse 1: Tyrone Briggs] Imagine you a shorty just surviving No father figure with you, living and residing In the lowest income neighborhood, exposed to violence No resources, so you don't have a lot of options Most of your friends play sports tryna go to college Hoping that their talents one day will make them scholars You got a different skill you putting all your time in Words in your mind merged with melodies and concepts, rhyming And recording is no longer expensivе, nah Don't need a big studio, now it's simplified You got the speakеrs, a microphone, an inbox Laptop and any plug ins used to mix it right You recording and producing at a fast rate A million plays on SoundCloud on your last tape And the hard work suddenly pay off when You get an email from the label to come into the office [Chorus: Essjae Love] Pour a drink Raise a toast Yellow brick road to the riches but you're broke The grass ain't greener on the other side Of this musical genocide Pour a drink Raise a toast Yellow brick road to the riches but you're broke, ayy The grass ain't greener on the other side of this musical genocide Ayy [Verse 2: Tyrone Briggs] The secretary ask you who you here to see You tell her your name and then you hand her your ID A&R dap you asking if you traveled from a long way A million offices while you walking through the hallway But this place ain't what you thought or expect You thought it'd be full of music, the art, and respect But the energy make you feel like you walked into death Get in the office and all you see is lawyers, execs Say they love your song and what they plan to do with it How much you gon' make with the proper tools to it Show you platinum plaques and artists they moving with And all the opportunities that you can get Having thoughts of what can happen if you might sign This opportunity comes once in a lifetime Pressure's on, feeling like you running out time Which make you say F it, so you sign they dotted line [Chorus: Essjae Love] Pour a drink Raise a toast Yellow brick road to the riches but you're broke The grass ain't greener on the other side of this musical genocide Pour a drink Raise a toast Yellow brick road to the riches but you're broke, ayy The grass ain't greener on the other side of this musical genocide, ayy [Verse 3: Tyrone Briggs] So now you big time, known every place you go You played on all DSP's and the radio Grace the stage of every festival and major show Then you get your check and say, "This ain't the way to go" No Couldn't afford a lawyer on your own Didn't know they took a portion of what you own Your contract is extortion, advance is a loan You the last to get paid and you made all the songs After taxes and expenses You realize you can't live off this percentage They say "Don't take it personal", it's just business Just 'cause you make more than most from the hood Don't give your ownership to appropriators Taking advantage of the kids and the pro creators I'm always anti business and pro creators We were made to be stars Don't ever let 'em dictate what you make from your art [Outro] (Free motherfuckin' samples, nigga)