316 Ways - Murs

The industry is dead, long live the king

Drop from a headshot, and it didn’t feel a thing

Woke up this morning with the world in my hand

Money in my pocket, fly girl on your man

On the other hand, I could never waste time

I’m a everyday victim of a random hate crime

It’s a scandalous game when you handle in vain

Every amateur and lame wanna slander your name

Fake love, fake hugs, fake thugs, fake blood

They turn around and sell it to the public like they answers

I’m just so appalled

Especially now I got as much dough as y’all

And I ain’t never had to kill nobody, never had to sell coke

Spend it while you can, cause we all go to hell broke

This morning had the world in my hands

So I gave it to the meek but y’all wouldn’t understand

I got an army of the righteous to defend me

God on our side, so we pray for the enemy

316, 316, 316 ways to kill the industry

Got an army of the righteous to defend me

God on our side, so we pray for the enemy

316, 316, 316 ways to kill the industry

316 ways to kill a hater dead

Thou shall not kill, so I let 'em motivate instead

Two commandments, die and pay taxes

Fight to stay righteous while I’m living in this bracket

Crooks in the castles, profits in the projects

Black man president, still the world’s a hot mess

So God bless everybody trying to do right

Shock G bless me, I’ma do what I like like

Walk on water, swag on holy

Microphone blessed by the based god homie

And Ski cooked up this heater

Rising to the top over all these bottom feeders

I don’t follow, I’m the leader

I write that OG, you could keep the retweeters

So the script’s authentic

Hip-Hop needed love, so I put some God in it

And I never fired one shot

Ain’t no higher power than the one that I got

No napalm necessary

The rap game’s now a cemetery

And I’m dancin' on your grave

You was born a free man, but died a industry slave

These 360 deals is craze

They call it 360 cause you trapped in a maze

And I’m amazed by the ignorance

Money made y’all a bunch of million dollar idiots

You still spending money on jewels

I took my money out to Africa to build more schools

And still got enough to take a cruise with my lady friend

Pull up to your spot in a drop-top Mercedes Benz

You see you give then you get back

But I’mma be dead before you lames ever live that