MUSIC INDUSTRY AIN'T FRIENDS, THEY ONLY PRETEND
[Intro]
Yeah...
Funny how the handshake changes when the numbers change,
Same faces, different smiles, different games.
I learned early—every "brother" ain't blood,
Some only show love when they smell success.
[Chorus]
Music industry ain't friends, they only pretend,
Smile in your face, then they switch at the end.
Shake your hand, say "brother," but they counting your wins,
When the spotlight gets brighter, watch the jealousy begin.
Ain't friends, they only pretend,
Fake love wearing suits, trying to call it "business."
I don't need a crowd just to know who I am,
I'd rather build alone than be fooled by a friend.
[Verse 1]
I came through the door with a dream and a pen,
Now everybody wanna claim that we brothers again.
Where were you when the room had an empty chair?
Now I'm getting recognition, suddenly you care.
Funny how the phone rings when the numbers rise,
Same people disappeared when I struggled to survive.
They compliment the hustle, but secretly compete,
Want a piece of the pie before I even get to eat.
Handshake firm, but the intentions feel loose,
Everybody got advice, everybody got a use.
I studied every move, every smile, every grin,
Learned some people shake your hand while they're praying you don't win.
[Chorus]
Music industry ain't friends, they only pretend,
Smile in your face, then they switch at the end.
Shake your hand, say "brother," but they counting your wins,
When the spotlight gets brighter, watch the jealousy begin.
Ain't friends, they only pretend,
Fake love wearing suits, trying to call it "business."
I don't need a crowd just to know who I am,
I'd rather build alone than be fooled by a friend.
[Verse 2]
They want the melody, the catalog, the brand,
Want the vision in their pocket with their name on the plan.
Tell me, "Trust me," while I'm reading every clause,
I learned to read the fine print before I celebrate applause.
They'll call you "family" when the cameras appear,
Then disappea
