I’m putting it out there publicly so he knows that it’s fuck him forever. At this point, if he doesn’t leave funk volume, then I will. We started this whole FV shit years ago, but this man has all the sudden built up the courage to disrespect me and tell me I don’t work hard when I’ve made him Extremely wealthy over the years from my music. I’ve been having issues with my business partner Damien Ritter. Their falling out came as a surprise to fans, with Hop posting multiple messages Janurary 2, one reading: The eighth installment of the Ill Mind Saga addresses Hopsin’s falling out with Damien Ritter-the co-owner and CEO of his label Funk Volume. If you don't get rid of the wrong friends, you will never meet the right friends Everybody is not supposed to be in our life forever Who's speaking into your life? Who are you depending on? Make sure they're not dragging you down, limiting you from blossoming. We should constantly evaluate our friendships. If you're going to be successful, you have to be willing to changeĮvery blessing is not supposed to be permanent, every provision is not supposed to last forever. What worked five years ago may not work today. You have to stay open to what God is doing now. Just because God's blessed you where you are doesn't mean you can just sit back and settle there. And what happens is, because we're not willing to change, we get stuck in what God used to do, instead of moving forward into what God is about to do And even if it's not perfect we accept it, because it's familiar. We get used to our friends, our job, the place we live. One reason we don't like change is we get comfortable where we are. So, good luck, Jarren, Dizzy, Hoppa, SwizZz, I'm goin' soloĬhange is one of the most difficult things that we face. You been screwin' everybody on the label on the low You just fluctuate our dollars up and down You don't care about a fuckin' soul though This is why Hop is comin' for your neck (Bless!) You upped your percentage, so I'm makin' less?! 'Cause you knew we wasn't questionin' the checks You would just hand us money from our shows So, when all the money come in from our album and tours 'Cause you knowin' our only concern is just hopin' we blow We go with the flow while you rowin' the boat Umm, you're our manager, our label-owner, our accountant What are your fuckin' motives, Dame? Let's talk about it! He prayin' Dizzy Wright is gon' replace me, shady Then you tell Brooklyn and Jammie (Damn!) Meet and greets every single day, it's tortureĮvery time somethin's wrong it's the same thing (What?)īlah-blah-blah-blah, you just blame me (Damn!) Shitty hotels, no sleep, with no food to order You tell me I need counsellin' and I got a disorder
You got us a shitty label deal with Warner We gave you our trust, then you had us cornered I'm very fed up, you actin' like an ordinary heffa You a lame-ass nigga, Dame, half the crew knows We just wanna hit up the studio and just rap and do showsīut you don't understand the culture of hip-hop When you on our website with a Shake weight Got us portrayin' somethin' we really ain't Thought it was music above all the businessīut you just said: "Fuck all you niggas!" It's supposed to be Funk Volume, isn't it? You think I can't see the blood on the walls?īlood on the walls, that ain't goin' down, nigga Our whole label came out with a weak result You keep pissin' a whole lot of people off Now I think, "Why'd I make D-A-M-E the boss?" You killed it and ran it straight into the gutter This was a fuckin' vision that I had created with your brother You woke up the evil boy in me, your ass is poisonin You start avoidin' me, that's some disloyalty He takes the cash and blows it all at casinos (Damn!) This nigga crazy, I'm tellin' all of my people (You tell 'em!) In your benefit-your honor, I'm innocent! I know why (Why?), you've been bendin' it Why you catch an attitude whenever I question you Why the fuck you throw a fit and seem bitter? When I told you that I wanted new management Shiver me timbers, somethin's fishy 'bout you, Mr. That organic flow you probably see up in Whole Foods I swear to God I'd probably beat up and choke you (Damn!) This a mothafuckin' journey we finna go through
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Plus I needed somethin' to get my buzz upĪin't no tellin' what Hopsin is gon' do, creepin' up on you I ain't keepin' this shit on the hush, hush 'Til you turned on me, homie, that's fucked up Man, this is tough luck, see a couple weeks ago we was budsĪnd the crew that was killin' shit was us I'm the one who made the company all the millions How you gon' forget who built this? (Huh?) Homie, I made you rich, paid your rent (Damn right!)