D-pryde - 12AM In Chinatown lyrics

rate me

This isn't real to you, is it?

On the roster of Lolla they couldn't say I ain't did it

Pointing out blind facts about how I haven't been killing it

All because I let go of an image that wasn't real to me

Always had motivation, every check might be my last paper

Tell them bitches I got a deal out the 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 in publishing deal and I got my set right

And 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

Two mix tapes 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

Bitch, I taught you indie labels that this was just more than views

My skin tone has probably been a weakness

But bitch sit down for this prophecy I'll be preaching

Trigonometry hasn't been relatable to my being

‘Cause I never had a co-sign, I made it here with dope rhymes

Made it here by who I know, higher than a doobie roll

Tryina 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

Toronto, the underrated town you should take notes on

Hoe, 10K was made in a month

And I'm a little Asian dork with no radio buzz

And I don't have anything else that I should 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 ‘cause all I'm hearing is meows

Pussy ass artists who sat and stayed there in denial

Are the same assholes I look at and say look at me now

Major labels they slept, sat and worried about 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, I got a sniper, I'm aiming right at his head, pop

This one’s 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, a business related 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 shit sound acapella to me

I'm being real, I don't got to buy a table at the club

Or tell you I'm on the guest list

All that shit is petty when it all falls down, it's numbers, money and music

And the only phrase I'm going by now is get rich

You wanna talk about the fact you hit my wife first?

But you worked for that ass boy, that shit to me was light work

While you at the crib tryina text her and tryina write her

She ain't answering 'cause she's with me, enjoying better scenery

Some people act like I don't hustle and breathe this

Some of you see my ass as the second coming of Jesus

Well, my third time’s coming, you seen how I kill a remix

You think all this shit is dope? You’ll see how crazy my EP is

Prizzy