No Friends In The Industry Lyrics by 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 snappin'
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
On'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 knowin'
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 (Aye)
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 (Aye)
And I got a contract, it's a max (Aye)
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 runnin' laps
(I been doin' 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 snappin' 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

(Aye, 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 celebratin'?
Already disrespecting, something I ain't tolerating
You niggas fuck with me, I give 'em motivation
And your circle shrinking, see some boys escapin'
Rest of them is guilty by association (Aye, what?)
Fuck the bating, who the goat?
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 versus 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 fucking 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)