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 it Pointing out blindness facts about how i haven't been k**in 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 b**hes 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 b**h I taught you indie labels that this was just more than views Uh My skin tone has probably been a weakness But b**h 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 TORONTO, the underrated town you SHOULD take notes on Ho 10K 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 fel**tio 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 p**y-a** artists who sat and stayed there in denial- Are the same a**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 built 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 guest-list 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, is "Get Rich" You wanna talk about the fact you hit my wife first? But you worked for that a** 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 a** as the second coming of Jesus Well, my third time's comin', you see how I k** a remix You think all this ish is dope? You'll see how crazy my EP is Prizzy