D-Pryde - 12AM In Chinatown Lyrics
This isn't real to you, is it?On the roster of Lolla they couldn't say I ain't did itPointing out blind facts about how I haven't been killing itAll because I let go of an image that wasn't real to meAlways had motivation, every check might be my last paperTell them *****es I got a deal out the flash playerAin't even got a blue check up on my twitter pageBut I could pull as much views as major artists do in a dayHow did it feel when you saw that blast on those websites?Got a masters in publishing deal and I got my set rightAnd I shouldn't be bragging but this one is for my hatersOnce you saw I signed to BMG I wonder how it felt like, whatTwo mix tapes gold on the netNow these artists try to mimic the formula that I usedBut I made a cult of kids that were waiting hard for an idol*****, I taught you indie labels that this was just more than viewsMy skin tone has probably been a weaknessBut ***** sit down for this prophecy I'll be preachingTrigonometry hasn't been relatable to my being'Cause I never had a co-sign, I made it here with dope rhymesMade it here by who I know, higher than a doobie rollTryina play with millions when I used to play with Yu-Gi-OhHaven't been home in so long, but still my city go strongToronto, the underrated town you should take notes onHoe, 10K was made in a monthAnd I'm a little Asian dork with no radio buzzAnd I don't have anything else that I should say to you punksBut get your head up in the game, get your felacio upPause, you can laugh and say my style is PG boundBut say it to my face 'cause all I'm hearing is meows***** ass artists who sat and stayed there in denialAre the same *****s I look at and say look at me nowMajor labels they slept, sat and worried about debtIt isn't 'bout the spot I'm in, it's about the spot that I'll getAnd you tell me that he's better, you tell me that he's a threatThen that's cool, I got a sniper, I'm aiming right at his head, popThis one's for Stai, Phil, Den-Z and J,James Arcara and Niel, I do this all for my peopleMad Ryan and Rik, Josa, AZ and GnyusWe build this team from the ground, a business related fetusI'm hereLooks like the kid is well on his peakMad speculation to how much I'mma sell in a weekBut I'm fine, I know the hearts of my competitors beatBut I show no heart, my shit sound acapella to meI'm being real, I don't got to buy a table at the clubOr tell you I'm on the guest listAll that shit is petty when it all falls down, it's numbers, money and musicAnd the only phrase I'm going by now is get richYou wanna talk about the fact you hit my wife first?But you worked for that ass boy, that shit to me was light workWhile you at the crib tryina text her and tryina write herShe ain't answering 'cause she's with me, enjoying better scenerySome people act like I don't hustle and breathe thisSome of you see my ass as the second coming of JesusWell, my third time's coming, you seen how I kill a remixYou think all this shit is dope? You'll see how crazy my EP isPrizzy!
