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D-Pryde lyrics : "12AM In Chinatown"

This isn't real to you is it
On the roster of Lolla they couldn't say I ain't did it
Pointing out blindness facts about how i haven't been killin it

All because I let go of an image that wasn't real to me
Always had motivation, every cheque might be my last paper
Tell them (*##$es I got a deal off a flash player

Ain't even got a blue check up on my twitter page
But I could pull as much views as major artists do in a day
How did it feel when you saw that blast on those websites

Got a masters and publishing deal and I got my set right
I know I shouldn't be bragging but this one is for my haters
Once you saw I signed to BMG I wonder how it felt like

What,
2 mixtapes gold on the net
Now these artists try to mimic the formula that I used

But I made a cult of kids that were waiting hard for an idol
(*##$ I taught you indie labels that this was just more than views
Uh

My skin tone has probably been a weakness
But (*##$ sit down for this prophecy I'll be preaching
Trigonometry hasn't gotten relatable to my being

Cause i never had a co-sign, I made it here with dope rhymes
I made it here by who I know, higher than a doobie roll
Tryna play with millions when I used to play with Yu-Gi-Oh

Haven't been home in so long, but still my city go strong
They used to make fun of TO we're a city you now take notes on
Ho

10K that was made a month
And I'm a little Asian dork with no radio buzz
I don't have anything else that I could say to you punks

But get your head up in the game, get your felacio up
PAUSE
You can laugh and say my style is PG bound

But say it to my face, because all I'm hearing is me-ows
#~!!@-ass artists who sat and stayed there in denial-
Are the same $$#holes I look at and-say look at me-now

Major labels they slept, sat and worried bout debt-
It isn't bout the spot I'm in, it's about the spot that I'll get
And you tell me that he's better, you tell me that he's a threat

Then that's cool, but I got a sniper, I'm aiming right at his head
POP
This one for Stai, Phil, Den-Z and J,

James Arcara and Niel, I do this all for my people
Mad Ryan and Rik, Josa, AZ, and Gnyus
We build this team from the ground up, a business-raised fetus

I'm here
Looks like the kid is well on his peak
Mad speculation to how much I'mma sell in a week

But I'm fine, I know the hearts of my competitors beat
But I show no heart, my ish sound acapella to me
I'm being real,

I don't got to buy a table at the club,
Or tell you that I'm on the guestlist
All that ish is petty, when it all falls down, it's numbers, money and music

And the only phrase I'm going by now boy, is get rich
You wanna talk about the fact you hit my wife first?
But you worked for that $$# boy, that ish to me was light work

So while you at your crib tryna text her and tryna write her
She ain't answering cause she's with me-enjoying better scenery
Some people act like I don't hustle and breath this

Some of you see my $$# as the second coming of Jesus
Well it is the second coming, you seen how I kill a remix
You think all this ish is dope? you'll see how crazy my EP is

Prizzy!

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