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Before I'll be a slave, I'll be buried in my grave And go home to my God, and be free, oh Ayo Slave to the game, contract, whip or chain (Uh-huh) Own your name, what you want? Big dough or the change? (What you want?) Fuck the fame, the fortune is more important These niggas signin' their life away with no lawyer (Stupid) Record exec's really ain't for ya Too many hands in your pocket before you profit On your quest to be poppin' Be smart, don't settle for a stupid option You the talent, they need you, you who they watchin' (Facts) A&R's pushin' luxury cars out herе frontin' like they the star With thеir whole arm in your cookie jar Takin' a bigger piece of your pie than you are ('Fuck outta here) Jerked for your pub 'cause you didn't read the nuance Rob you for your socks while you still got your shoe on Gettin' nothin' but pennies for your thoughts, but, you on (You on, though) So, fuck clout, bro, it's dough to make In business you don't get what you deserve, son You get what you negotiate Back in the days, we was slaves, whips and chains Fast forward, they sell their soul for whips and chains Letras de cancionesPennies for your thoughts, pop these pills for pain Now you dumb, deaf and numb Signed over your name Back in the days, we was slaves, whips and chains Fast forward, they sell their soul for whips and chains Pennies for your thoughts, pop these pills for pain Now you dumb, deaf and numb Signed over your name It's the game, these niggas'll finesse you if you let 'em You a corporation, when you locked they spell your name in big letters (Dead ass) Wonder why I do your research It's all about self-preservation, fuck you, I feed me first (Fuck you) Back in the days, I'd be a runaway slave Fuck workin' for free, my destiny's to be paid I would hide in the field and stab master in the face Go kidnap his wife and drown that bitch in the lake (Bitch!) I need my cake on time and not a minute late It's designed to keep you in debt and never elevate Better stay wise and analyze, gotta use your eyes To trick the gods, the devil'll try to use disguise (Uh-huh) Actin' like your best friend, grantin' all your wishes Tryna get you to sell your soul for minor riches ('Fuck outta here) Shit is vicious when dealin' with crooks You wanna hide something from one of these niggas? Put it in a book (Damn, Conductor, where'd you find this?) Oh, freedom over me And before I'll be a slave, I'll be buried in my grave And go home to my God, and be free, oh From Letras Mania