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It's All A Con Job

V7.5
Gary Robinson
03:28
2026-03-22
4
Hip-Hop, Energetic, Drum Machine, Syncopated, Rapping
1
[Intro]
0:00
[Verse]
0:04
Million-dollar smiles, truth hiding in disguise,
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They say act now, not tomorrow, opportunity flies.
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Pat your back, ease your doubt,
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ā€œFear is natural,ā€ happens to everyone starting out.
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Glitz, glam, scam ā€” somehow it all feels good to me,
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They sell a dream of fortune like theyā€™re handing you the key.
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But the only door it opens is the one that empties you, not me.
0:31
(Chorus ā€” HOOK)
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The pitch, the promise, the professionalismā€”
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Itā€™s all a con job, a smoke screen for the masses.
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Fool me, fool you, a hurt by designā€”
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They win, we lose, every damn time.
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No truth in the talk, no truth in the ads,
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Just a rigged little play dressed up in Gucci rags.
0:57
Yeah, the pitch, the promise, the professionalismā€”
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Itā€™s all a con jobā€¦ and I bought every line.
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(Verse 2)
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They point to all the ā€œwinners,ā€ trophies you canā€™t trace,
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Smiling faces, but you never see the chaos in that place.
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I heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend
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That these industry connections were legit from end to end.
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They said they knew producers who could make my song a hit,
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A&R guys ā€œin their pocket,ā€ labels lined up for the pitch.
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Every name they dropped was just another borrowed name,
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They play on my ego, they play on my pride,
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They prey on the promise that I hide inside.
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(Chorus ā€” HOOK)
1:50
The pitch, the promise, the professionalismā€”
1:50
Itā€™s all a con job, a smoke screen for the masses.
1:52
Fool me, fool you, a hurt by designā€”
1:57
They win, we lose, every damn time.
2:00
No truth in the talk, no truth in the ads,
2:04
Just a rigged little play dressed up in Gucci rags.
2:08
Yeah, the pitch, the promise, the professionalismā€”
2:11
Itā€™s all a con jobā€¦ and I bought every line.
2:15
(Bridge ā€” Punchy, Spoken-Sung)
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I trusted the smile, I trusted the plan,
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I thought I knew the man.
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But trust is the currency they love the mostā€”
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They drink to your faith and ghost.
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(Final Chorus ā€” Bigger, Driving)
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The pitch, the promise, the professionalismā€”
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Itā€™s all a con job, the great American circus.
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Fool me, fool you, a hurt by designā€”
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They write the rules, we pay the fines.
2:50
No truth in the hype, no truth in the scheme,
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Just a nightmare sold as the American dream.
2:57
Yeah, the pitch, the promise, the professionalismā€”
3:01
Itā€™s all a con jobā€¦
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And hell, they read me just fine.They said it was business, they said it was fair.
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But business with no conscience is just theft with a better haircut.
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I learned too lateā€”
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Itā€™s all a con job.
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