Fabolous Lyrics

Album: Real Talk

Exodus Lyrics

My youngins get it fucked up when ya’ll talk about the game

 Like it’s designed in their favor

 Like it ain’t outlined for them to waiver

 Their rights for a lil’ bit of fame

 Get in bullshit fights for a lil’ name

 To get noticed by some niggas that don’t give two fucks about you

 Tell em’ you don’t do the jives and shucks, and they route you to the shelf

 See there’s no money in good health

 So they need you to be sick with it, ill content and delivery niggas

 This nation thrives off misery niggas

 So if you ain’t trying to let your hard times increase your wealth

 Niggas keep that progressive shit to yourself

 This is the business of buying souls, and we only tryin’ to fuck with those who trying to sell them

 See, they may see me as an adversary cuz they know I’m tryin’ to tell them 

 About the forest of artists who grow only to meet industry axes

 How they take niggas dreams and write then off in their taxes

 Contracts is confusing, but don’t worry they’ll appoint you a lawyer for you whore you

 Loan you funds to fuck your soul make you pay it back and still maintain control of your stroll

 Your tracks and your hot ass slow flow

 They’ll keep you looking good and all that, but no dough

 You see when that get a bitch, they got a bitch

 And contrary to popular opinion it ain’t my sistas that switch

 It’s my brothers

 We the dumb motherfuckers

 Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers

 Cuz we refused to do the knowledge

 Nigga, you can’t learn this music game in the streets or in college

 So you betta pick up a book or something

 Or fuck it, FAB will put it in a hook or something

 Hope that you listen to it

 Got you pumpin’ that poison while they paint them illusionary parades and keep pissin’ thru it

 You pussies don’t know the price or the sacrifices that this industry makes real niggas walk