I'm still chilling at the same position
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I'm still struggling for all the people that came to listen
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I'm still grinding, this music is how I make a living
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And still smiling cause money will never change my vision
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It's D-Pryde, the same ass name
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Made a living of a putting on some Ray-Ban frames
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And sitting in front of camera, telling you that I'm really dope
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Living a life I only dreamt of living years ago
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Mad kids tryna poked their fun and trashed my dream
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A lot of girls said I was ugly, it would damage me
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I had to let it slide
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Years later they were knocking at my door when I appeared up on a magazine
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I wanted to be accepted in the rap game
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And my colours will always be in the lay of that
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But now I got these rappers following my path way
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And the industry like "Who the hell is this asian cat?"
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Misunderstood crazy, and people ofly watch me
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Can't even go to the city, some people wanna rob me
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And I don't even play the gangster role at all
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So it's hard to protect my family, my back's against the wall
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And the money still low as hell
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But Reef told me I should keep making records
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Cause I'm talented and dope as hell
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And not care about the currency and money flow
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Cause compare to family that ain't shit coming close
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Clubs are killing me, money really hold stress
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I used to want a pair of Jordan, now I want a Rolex
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Used to be them goodwood, now I want them gold ropes
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I'm trying to hold the thick stack but I can't even hold hope
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And females these days keep pissing me off
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Cause it's hard to find the right one nowadays
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And my first girl thinking she was a fine act
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So she's in the club sippin' Pride through a wine glass
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And Gab told me stop chasing chicks
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Jason's telling me to make it big
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Phil's telling me that I'm sprung
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And I should really live my life cause he miss it just being young
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And I feel him tho', life is hard to see
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And my dad still trying to work cause he still carpet cleans
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And his back's hurting, I can't stand it homie
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I just wanna let that man go push a Phantom homie
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Stuck in music matrimony, I'm just saying I'm married to the game simply
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I lost some of the people who almost came with me
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Lost a partner, some homies and gain some fame quickly
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And haters still wanna say that I freaking changed really?
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Well news flash, I never ever try missing our friendship
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Cause you're addict too, towards me it's simply pathetic
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So for the people who don't wanna come ride with me now
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Don't try to blow my freaking phone up when I be in town
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Mama I know you're stressing, things are hard for you
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And grandma died, being independent it's hard to prove
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And before you turn 50 you wanna see a million
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Well 7 figures ain't nothing, I'm 'bout to make a killin'
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I'm built tougher, this hate well I'm just numb to it
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I wanna walk up in my highschool marching like "It's Russell trick!"
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And my brother I can tell he's had enough of this
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Like "How are you not making money, but your little brother is?"
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But I felt your grief, so I'm a hustle hard
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And not stopping till we'll pushing fast cars with leather seats
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And for the fans I'm still trouble and it's still bugs me
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Forget the money, I can't believe y'all still love me
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Still riding with me, but we headed to get it
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Mars made the top 50 in 2011
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I'm 18 and I represent the trouble youth
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I'm still working trying to be a big legend respected
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So I thank you, this song goes out to everyone
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And best is yet to come
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They left you, but I'll never run
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Man I'm already done
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Quickly I will rage
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Killing instru's several days
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But for this ain't getting paid
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Still just lifted to this pain
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There's no limit to this game
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Don't compare me to no other, me and him are not the same (YEAH!)
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And I'm simply just amazed
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To the bullies and the haters know that this is what you made
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Outro Flow 2
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