• 标题:No Friends In The Industry
  • 歌手:Drake
  • 专辑:Certified Lover Boy
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  • 语言:en
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    作词 : A. Graham/A. Hernández/O. Yildirim/Nicholas Frascona/G. Williams/R. Debarge
    作曲 : A. Graham/A. Hernández/O. Yildirim/Nicholas Frascona/G. Williams/R. Debarge
    No friends in the industry
    My brothers been my brothers, man, you niggas ain't no kin to me, a fact (Woah)
    Yeah, you heard about me, you don't know me more than that
    Yeah I know I—
    Hey, hey, yeah
    I was known for snappin' when I chat before the app
    Stood on everything I said and never took it back (Woah)
    I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact
    Niggas love to start the beef, don't wanna keep it rap
    Yeah, he hit us up and now we owe you something back

    See, I was young angel but these niggas turned me evil
    Yeah, I know I know you, but you really ain't my people
    Yeah, I heard some people say they know 'em as my equal
    Truth be told, I son these niggas, girl, I don't compete with 'em
    Ask about The Boy and they gon' say they got the streets with him
    Niggas so offensive knowin' they don't have no defense
    Why they always act like we can fix it with a meeting?
    All that linking up, man, I'ma see ya when I see ya
    Yeah
    Yeah, brothers been my brothers, man
    You niggas ain't no kin and that's a fact (Ayy)
    And I'm like Sha'Carri, smoke 'em on and off the track (Aye)
    And you love that hoe, but me, I put her on her back
    You get Drizzy on a track, he'll put you on the map
    Oh, it's like that? Hell yeah it's like that (Ayy)
    And I got a contract, it's a max (Ayy)
    SInce I got in contact, she attached
    When I signed my first deal, that shit came through a fax
    That should let you know how long I been out here runnin' laps
    (I been doin' this for a long time)
    Yeah, no friends in the industry
    (Ayy, what?)
    Damn, this shit too dirty, gotta yellow tape it
    And I got her waitin' at the telly naked
    We ain't drop though, how you niggas celebratin'?
    Already disrespecting, something I ain't tolerating
    You niggas **** with me, I give 'em motivation
    And your circle shrinkin', see some boys escapin'
    Rest of them is guilty by association (Ayy, what?)
    **** the batin', who the goat?
    Bet not make shit up 'bout the numbers all I know
    Bet not make shit up 'bout the summer all I know
    Better find ya someone else to hit with all that smoke, nigga, yeah
    And all them tweets and all them posts
    Ain't got the type of time to be playin' with you folk
    I had a Richard Pryror to these niggas, that's the joke
    I'm really to die behind these versus in my notes
    Yeah, brothers with my brothers, man, you niggas ain't no kin and that's a—
    (I could play off the iPod?
    Yeah 'cause this a mother ****in' 2016, baby
    I see the way the lights go, on the dashboard
    The lights go to the dashboard
    That's how you know it's new, ooh)