no industry

I don't need an industry check to show 'em I'm self-made I stepped in the gravel with savages getting my wealth raised , the metal is heavy and well-played I empty the clip in the darkness and bury the switchblade You begging for deals, I'm peeling the roof off a black Wraith Revealing the millions I hid in a waterproof back safe I spit in the face of the A&R, smashing the ash trays The platinum plaque is a mat that I use for the stash space They waving a contract, I'm waving a custom Beretta A duffel of drug money bursting the seams of the leather You signing your life to a vulture that's wearing a sweater I'm flooding the market and changing the literal weather I'm fully established, the fabric is tailored in Florence I'm dodging the cameras, the scanners, the feds and the warrants I'm gripping the handle, the muzzle is dumping in torrents I don't need a sponsor to conquer and slaughter your chorus Look, I'm already rich, I don't rap for the minimal wages I came from the gravel, I traveled the criminal stages I'm ripping the syllables, flipping the script on the pages I'm gripping the ratchet and leaving 'em missing for ages I do this to prove I'm a threat, I don't care 'bout a budget The blood on the ledger is heavy, you never could smudge it You begging for leverage, I unclip the metal and clutch it I'm stuffing the duffel with hundreds and telling 'em fuck it I stay independent, I scatter the dividends recklessly You beg for approval, surrendering dignity desperately A loaded MAC-11 is resting right next to the recipe I bought out the masters, you bastards could never collect from me So keep your advances, the tours and the radio stations I'm counting up millions and dodging the RICO probations I'm rapping for sport, I resort to the pure devastation A self-made monster that's burning your whole operation