F**k A Record Deal (Intro)
its tha intro to welcome to alabama, figured I'd let yall hear it.... read lyrics, to understand more... this song is to a few specific people, f*** YALL!
Bringin' Tha Trap Back To Ya Trunk, Straight Loud, No Bunk. Gettin my music straight again, ya feel? Just doing what I wanna do till I die.
Grind All Day. If you aint it, dont say it. Fuck tha fakes and tha snakes.....
I've always been real and true to who I am, if you aint, stay up off me. Yall say you tha truth, prove it.... I did along time ago.
Nate aka ya Boy U-NeeK
Story behind the song
I've been approched by record labels, producers, etc many times, and all times, they wanted me to sale out, become paul wall 50 cent fake mutha f*** a, and I wont do it, this song is to yall... yall mutha f*** az that I threw tha record contract in ya god damn face and told yall. *FUCK A RECORD DEAL*...
Lyrics
~::VERSE 1::~
spent along time on tha grind
trying for years to get myself signed
now they calling, I aint falling for they bull
all em on my nuts now, thinking I'ma fool
if this is eden, you'd be tha snake
b*** talk a good game, but ya still fake
flipped that against ya, sh** gets real
money made, f*** what an artist feel
so I get on my grind, hustle for some money
just gotta laugh, ya falseness is funny
self promotion can take you along way
I can make that 6 digit salary all day
yall trying to get us hooked
but all these labels are crooks
all this money, artist wont see, yall took
but I got them shook by saying
~::CHORUS::~
f*** a deal, f*** a deal,
f*** a deal, f*** a deal,
f*** a deal, f*** a deal,
f*** yallz fake record deals
come to me acting all false
try to sign talent at any cost
f*** yall, yall can take a lose
watch me while I floss
~::BRIDGE::~
Go from tha bottom to tha top in a few years
go from happy to sad within a few tears
but tears go away, saddness turns to smiles
from single to married, to married with child
then it gets heavy mang, no more drinking or drugs
no more crippin and bangin' as a thug
you'll be responsible for people in ya life
ya son, ya daughter, or your wife
~::CHORUS::~
~::VERSE 2::~
yalls songs come out, but dont sound right
ya keep ya true story outta sight
they dont put reality on tha forefront
find credibility in music, ya gotta hunt
they lyrics are fake, they world is fake
yall keep buying, how long will it take
before ya see they just say whats cool
rappers playing tha public like damn fools
ya think that tha fans wont see tha truth
that streets cats write pros sh** in tha booth
yall like pornstar tits, always fake
writers make up ya story for f*** s sake
but ya music bout it, ya say its all real
how ya own a glock, always strapped to kill
I dont have to say a word, actions speak louder
I aint gotta dip to ya level, I'm prouder
~::CHORUS x3::~
