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I'm a company man, I do it all for the brand I give my blood to the job and I give my love to the fans Really Speck from the jump, never no check in advance And at the end of the month... I'm a company man, I do it all for the brand I give my blood to the job and I give my love to the fans Really Speck from the jump, never no check in advance And at the end of the month, I earn the check in my hand Look-look Nothing given, you gotta take it I put my career first, I put years in the recipe, now I gotta make it Cooking, cooking, looking out for all the set Every time I made a call, I brought along the whole collect My dogs sick and I'm a local vet Global rookie 'til I do something ignorant on the 'net Lil Packy the pill-popper, the acky sipper Prolly rich and famous, prolly sad and bitter Rather be broke ass me, I lost friends and left females And don't regret a single time, they almost got me derailed Life can be a coin-flip, devil in the details God kept my head on straight though and I prevailed Company man, I keep my company good If everybody is fam, who really the brotherhood? Yeah Loyalty is for sale and it's cheap SongtextePrivately bashing the real, publicly keeping the peace Riding a million dicks, tryna latch onto one and get rich I cannot mess with a snitch, I'd rather burn the whole bridge, I Don't forget or forgive, this shit is more than just biz I show respect where it's due but I don't fake for the clicks, yeah Middle finger to the other side You either with it or you with them other guys Oh, you really with the peace now? See what happen when I leave town? Don't nobody hold the scene down Don't nobody put the youngins on but they wanna go and tell me how I know the L cold in the wintertime and the summertime Nobody wanna show you any love Nobody think you can make it out alive You better pay the promoters Even though they don't promote us You better come out your pocket If you want any hope of getting noticed Better kiss somebody's ass If you wanna open up for a big name Kids want money fast If they don't get it, they gotta have someone to blame I'm tryna show the ropes 'round here Tryna give a little hope 'round here People see it or they don't I'm either the G.O.A.T. or the scapegoat 'round here Fuck it, I'll take it I made me a buck and I copped me a vacant Underground king in this thing Studio still in the basement Independent all the way, all my income go to outcome People talk down on their deal, who would you be without one? Every year a new rebrand, everything coming real soon Nothing ever your fault, huh? Everything got a good excuse Meanwhile, I got real fans, I do real shit, I make real moves Got a real problem with the fake news I ain't get paid 'til I paid dues I don't get close to the day twos They only love you 'til they breakthrough They only love you 'til they hate you I need that love all the way to the grave People been tryna throw dirt on my name They want a record from me everyday I only talk when there's something to say Lucky for you, it's a lot on my brain Lot on my brain, lot on my brain, lot on my brain, lot on my brain Haha, yeah I'm a company man, I do it all for the brand I give my blood to the job and I give my love to the fans Really Speck from the jump, never no check in advance And at the end of the month, I earn the check in my hand Aus Songtexte Mania