No Friends In The Industry

No Friends In The Industry
Drake

No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain’t no kin to me, a fact, woah
Yeah, you heard about me, you don’t know me more than that
Yeah, I know, I—
Hey, hey, yeah

No friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain’t no kin to me, a fact, woah
I was known for snapping when I chat before the app
Stood on everything I said and never took it back, woah

No friends in the industry
I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact
Niggas love to start the beef, don’t wanna keep it rap
Yeah, he hit us up and now we owe you something back

See
I was young angel, but these niggas turned me evil
Yeah, I know I know you, but you really ain’t my people
Yeah, I heard some people say they know ‘em as my equal
Truth be told, I son these niggas, girl, I don’t compete with ‘em
Ask about The Boy and they gon’ say they got the streets with him
Niggas so offensive knowing they don’t have no defense
Why they always act like we can fix it with a meeting?
All that linking up, man, I’ma see ya when I see ya

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain’t no kin and that’s a fact, ayy
And I’m like Sha’Carri, smoke ‘em on and off the track, aye
And you love that hoe, but me, I put her on her back
You get Drizzy on a track, he’ll put you on the map
Oh, it’s like that? Hell yeah, it’s like that, ayy

And I got a contract, it’s a max, ayy
Since I got in contact, she attached
When I signed my first deal, that shit came through a fax
That should let you know how long I been out here running laps
(I’ve been doing this for a long time)

Yeah, no friends in the industry
My brothers been my brothers, man
You niggas ain’t no kin to me, a fact, woah
I was known for snapping when I chat before the app
Stood on everything I said and never took it back, woah

No friends in the industry
I had to draw the line between my brothers and my enemies, a fact
Niggas love to start the beef, don’t wanna keep it rap
Yeah, he hit us up and now we owe you something back

Ayy, what?
Damn, this shit too dirty, gotta yellow tape it
And I got her waiting at the telly naked
We ain’t drop though, how you niggas celebrating?
Already disrespecting, something I ain’t tolerating
You niggas fuck with me, I give ‘em motivation
And your circle shrinking, see some boys escaping
Rest of them is guilty by association

Ayy, what?
Fuck debating who the G.O.A.T
Bet’ not make the shit up ‘bout the numbers, all I know
Bet’ not make the shit up ‘bout the summer, all I know
Better find ya someone else to hit with all that smoke, nigga, yeah

And all them tweets and all them posts
Ain’t got the type of time to be playing with you folk
I had a Richard Prior to these niggas, that’s the joke
I’m really down to die behind these verses in my notes

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, brothers with my brothers, man
You niggas ain’t no kin and that’s a—

(I could play off the iPod?)
(Yeah, ‘cause this a mother fuckin’ 2016, baby)
(I see the way the lights go on the dashboard)
(The lights go to the dashboard)
(That’s how you know it’s new, ooh)