This isn't real to you, is it?
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On the roster of Lolla they couldn't say I ain't did it
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Pointing out blind facts about how I haven't been killing it
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All because I let go of an image that wasn't real to me
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Always had motivation, every check might be my last paper
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Tell them bitches I got a deal out the flash player
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Ain't even got a blue check up on my twitter page
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But I could pull as much views as major artists do in a day
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How did it feel when you saw that blast on those websites?
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Got a masters in publishing deal and I got my set right
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And I shouldn't be bragging but this one is for my haters
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Once you saw I signed to BMG I wonder how it felt like, what
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Two mix tapes gold on the net
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Now these artists try to mimic the formula that I used
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But I made a cult of kids that were waiting hard for an idol
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Bitch, I taught you indie labels that this was just more than views
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My skin tone has probably been a weakness
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But bitch sit down for this prophecy I'll be preaching
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Trigonometry hasn't been relatable to my being
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'Cause I never had a co-sign, I made it here with dope rhymes
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Made it here by who I know, higher than a doobie roll
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Tryina play with millions when I used to play with Yu-Gi-Oh
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Haven't been home in so long, but still my city go strong
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Toronto, the underrated town you should take notes on
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Hoe, 10K was made in a month
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And I'm a little Asian dork with no radio buzz
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And I don't have anything else that I should say to you punks
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But get your head up in the game, get your felacio up
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Pause, you can laugh and say my style is PG bound
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But say it to my face 'cause all I'm hearing is meows
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Pussy ass artists who sat and stayed there in denial
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Are the same assholes I look at and say look at me now
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Major labels they slept, sat and worried about debt
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It isn't 'bout the spot I'm in, it's about the spot that I'll get
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And you tell me that he's better, you tell me that he's a threat
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Then that's cool, I got a sniper, I'm aiming right at his head, pop
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This one's for Stai, Phil, Den-Z and J,
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James Arcara and Niel, I do this all for my people
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Mad Ryan and Rik, Josa, AZ and Gnyus
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We build this team from the ground, a business related fetus
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I'm here
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Looks like the kid is well on his peak
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Mad speculation to how much I'mma sell in a week
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But I'm fine, I know the hearts of my competitors beat
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But I show no heart, my shit sound acapella to me
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I'm being real, I don't got to buy a table at the club
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Or tell you I'm on the guest list
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All that shit is petty when it all falls down, it's numbers, money and music
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And the only phrase I'm going by now is get rich
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You wanna talk about the fact you hit my wife first?
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But you worked for that ass boy, that shit to me was light work
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While you at the crib tryina text her and tryina write her
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She ain't answering 'cause she's with me, enjoying better scenery
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Some people act like I don't hustle and breathe this
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Some of you see my ass as the second coming of Jesus
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Well, my third time's coming, you seen how I kill a remix
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You think all this shit is dope? You'll see how crazy my EP is
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Prizzy
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12AM In Chinatown
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| D-Pryde |
