F*ck You - Prozak

Motherfuck you

Straight up fuck you

Double fuck you

Bitch fuck you

I want this anthem for those who can’t find em

For them industry who don’t know talent from

Becoming obvious that they’ve been plotting on us

Tryna stop us from accomplishing profiting dollars that are ours

We underground man, we do it ten times harder

Hella shows, payin' dues we true to life artist

Hustle mentality with confidence to

Straight to the top, defy gravity to reach furthest

It’s in my blood like a deadly venomous element

And I’ve accapted it look into my eyes it’s evident

Each and every sentences further to rappin' instead

I’ve been earnin', deservin' every single chance that I get

And I can’t help it if you’re hatin' homie

Let me tell you this:

I’m one of the hardest rap artists to lyrics when I spit

My work ethic is set on to everybody admits

So if you’re talkin' shit on me then you can suck on my dick bitch

(Fuck you!) To major labels and their whole stuff

(Bitch fuck you!) To the radio, kiss my ass

(Motherfuck you!) To the people doubting my craft

(Straight up you!) For thinkin' you can witness me crashed

(Double fuck you!) To the haters off in the past

(I'm like fuck you!) Sneaky little snakes in the grass

(Never trust you!) Prayin' that I’m comin' in last

Carefull throwin' all them rocks when you’re livin' in glass

The heart of an artits is often the hardest to damage

So careless from being rubbish' is shape shifts to granted

All you want is to be heard to strike a nerve

Despite the obsticles that are spiting you with each and every curve

It’s a paradox a literal pandora’s box

You often give up everything, regardless if they care or not

And they being all them people in charts

CEO’s, major labels sittin', watchin' you starve

They’re turning ringtone rappers in the national stars

And makes you mad as hell, smashin' knuckles to scars

While billboard keeps on grindin' for them phonies at large

Is got crawling in your skin while they’re claiming them charts

And it’s never been about the talent

It’s all about the who’se paying and who will management

Cause who you are is who you know and that is adamant

To be successful and relevent, that’s the end of it

Fuck em I say «to hell with it»

(Fuck you!) To major labels and their whole stuff

(Bitch fuck you!) To the radio, kiss my ass

(Motherfuck you!) To the people doubting my craft

(Straight up you!) For thinkin' you can witness me crashed

(Double fuck you!) To the haters off in the past

(I'm like fuck you!) Sneaky little snakes in the grass

(Never trust you!) Prayin' that I’m comin' in last

Carefull throwin' all them rocks when you’re livin' in glass

Strictly independent, gorilla hustle underground rap phenomene

I never backdown and I’m back on with the vengence

The snake and bat has got my back with each and every sentence

I keep on grindin' and rhymin' it right every second

Supplying divine lines from my ol' mic, check it

You look suprised to find em alive but I’m not stressin'

I won’t comply to your lies and can’t try pride agression

And did I mention?

It’s all karma and it’s right from the wine

Sorta like Mike Tyson I fight night

I’m hyped till I fight for mine

The truth hurts like a knife, like a spike in the spine

And thanks to the talking, you for helping me shine

(Fuck you!) To major labels and their whole stuff

(Bitch fuck you!) To the radio, kiss my ass

(Motherfuck you!) To the people doubting my craft

(Straight up you!) For thinkin' you can witness me crashed

(Double fuck you!) To the haters off in the past

(I'm like fuck you!) Sneaky little snakes in the grass

(Never trust you!) Prayin' that I’m comin' in last

Carefull throwin' all them rocks when you’re livin' in glass