F**k the Industry

I'll never be picture perfect Beyonce

Fly like J-Lo or singin' baby like 'Shanti

I barely comb my hair, yeah, that's on a good day

I don't care what they hood say

I ain't street like Keyshia, ain't never tried to be

And I got soul in my soul, but not quite like Mary

Ain't nothing really R&B about me

And I said bump what the hood say

I'm sorry I ain't in the Benzes in my videos

I'm sorry I ain't even really tryin' to match my clothes

I can't tell you paid a figure for McQueen dibs

But I can also tell you who the King dealer is

And I got knowledge if you really want to talk about it

No, I don't trust the crowd just to walk around it

So I'm writin' the letter to the industry

It says "Fuck you, signed sincerely"

Aw yeah

Here we go again

Solo, can you tone it down, be more like them?

But everything I'm not makes me everything I am

Aw yeah

Ooh, here we go again

People talkin' shit but when the shit hits the fan

Everything I'm not make me everything I am

I'm not goody-goody

I don't watch my mouth like I'm a goody-goody

But I appreciate the ones who rootin' for me

'Cause everybody gon' and got an opinion, baby

And I been feelin', lately, like I can't help it

Big up haters if you don't like it

I didn't make it for you, ooh

You, ooh

I'm not apologetic

If you don't like it, it's probably 'cause you don't get it

And you can tell the world that you heard I said it

And that he talkin' about me

I'm talkin' 'bout the ones who represent what I believe

The fresh kids, the what comes next kids

The see you at the art exhibit, oh, hell yes kid

The politics kids, the be your thing and declare your independence kids

If I'ma vote for something, I'ma go Barack the vote this year

I'm talkin' bout the ones who said enough

The I got too much, I don't give a what in my cup

But I don't care what the next man is sayin'

I'm just sayin' to the industry

This is fuck you, signed sincerely (No)

Oh yeah

Oh, here we go again

People talkin' shit but I don't give a damn

Everything I'm not make me everything I am

Woah, yeah

Oh, here we go again

People talkin' shit with no pot to piss in

But everything I'm not is everything I can

I can do anything

I remember the Doc sayin' "What you gon' do? Girl, you seventeen"

Yeah, you ripped on this track, made it into a jam

I just borrowed it just to tell you who I am