D-Pryde - OUTRO FLOW 3 (PRODUCED BY K-BEATZ AND PAUL OCHIENG) (DatPiff Exclusive) | Текст песни

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• OUTRO FLOW 3 (PRODUCED BY K-BEATZ AND PAUL OCHIENG) (DatPiff Exclusive)

[Verse]
(Outro flow, take whatever)
What you can do is tell me I ain't made it when I really haven't
Or say I say I'll never make a living on a silly talent
Thing is I never really made it but I made something, something they love hatin', something they hate lovin'
I crashed some couches to get this album done
My parents love me, they said that they'd never doubt their son
But I'm in my twenties now, payin' bills off rap
I didn't know shit'd get real like that, this is real life rap
Young couch surfer, but my pockets is livin'
I'm saving up because I'm throwin' up my guap and investing
Flip the money for some fees to get paid up in the Honda, no A/C so we prayed
Me and Danny at the club, no VIP, getting shade
Cause we really wasn't buzzing, I was feeling ashamed
He sat with me in the Kia, said we'd be there one day
Fucking believe you homie, I'd never leave you homie
Everybody's tellin' us we're crazy for dropping out
But Imma get us ripped, something crazy to hop on out
I said that on like way too many joints, but the spirit is rare
Cause you can see that the ambition's still there
After my EP dropped and I travelled the country, I lost money, I lost sanity, I lost love for my loved ones, who had my fucking back but I was selfish as fuck
I pushed away the people helping me up
Almost nothing in my bank, I was loosing my character
Different dude in the mirror, all my views were impaired and I couldn't look straight
But for fuck's sake, pick up yourself Russell, your future's a block away
Loosin' myself in 2014 cause I'm dazed and confused, but I still had my dream, I was made for it too
Mama really fed up, she was angry as ever
I got a tat on wrist, shit that made me feel better
I got some tats on my arm, I was so into that
I got a tat on my neck, now there's no going back
Sittin' in the car with Danny on this random day, talking 'bout our futures, and how our only plan is A
And now we're here, I ain't here to thank people like some award show, I really feel that's corny as hell
And I could put more on this album, but Imma save it for the future, cause I really got a story to tell
Like how I sat in buses and trains, and I was fucking ashamed cause I'm supposed to be famous but It was humble in May (?)
All my homies are young, and they all love to create
They motivated me to make this whole tape
To family I'm sorry, sorry that I grew up different
Sorry to my own mother for never paying a visit
And my clothes smell like cigarettes, my breath smells like liquor and I'm with all these bitches that take way too many pictures
Cut my heart down the middle, butcher knife or some scissors
I look inside and I see nothing in there, I cry at this image
Maybe I can be better, maybe I can grow up
But I missed out on adolescence just trynna blow up
And now, I was that dude that had your girl hook up with me and at the same time have your little bro look up to me
I'm thinkin' about somebody right now, I can't lie
But she got a man right now, it's so stupid I even tried
And I know you might be listening, I would be pissed as him if I had just had a girl straight missing cause we were kissin' in a condo down town
So I'm sorry I did that shit, I still think you're the coolest though
Pullin' at my Heart like cards like it's Yu-Gi-Oh! on these stupid hoes, but never will I loose my soul
My heart is in this moola and studios so [?] I still shit on your favourite dude's flows
Same waste man from Brampton, who'da known
A girl would be ideal, somebody real, chillin', cook me a meal
But every chick just wants a title and they want the wrong goals
They're like, flat out they're just hoes, it's all good
Go on, same team shout out to Gab & J
Shout to everybody, really helpin' me around the way
Shout to every hater, trynna find some ways to slander me and every single blog whose says I'll never be the man, but please fall back
I'm really hoping that I don't fail, trust me baby that's a real fear
And I wanted to quit a year ago, but look at me homie I'm really still here
I got some years on me 'ma, I know you cried tears for me 'ma
Just know I'm with you everyday
To the people who were hating, know that this is what you made, mother fucker
Just wanted to say one thing, sorry I wasn't a doctor mom, fuck that, trying to be a rock star
Shout to everybody who ignored all my phone calls for the past fuckin' year trying to get the album together, big fuck you to you
And a big thank you to the fans, I love you all
Real shit real
I know y'all been waiting the whole tape for one thing (Yeah!)
Peace (Cool)

[Outro]
Girl: But if it doesn't work out, you should definitely have a back up plan -
D-Pryde: Can you shut the fuck up
Girl: Uh, oh
D-Pryde: Yeah, bye

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