Rapper D-Pryde hustles it up for his video for “12AM In Chinatown”. He takes a stroll through New York’s Chinatown as he smashed haters and reinforces his hard work. His flow ignites his firey lyrics as he explains his grind with virtually no help. He’s focused on the numbers, money, and music.
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12AM In Chinatown by D-Pryde (contains explicit 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 killin 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 bitches 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 mix tapes 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//
bitch I taught you indie labels that this was just more than views//
uh
my skin tone has probably been a weakness//
but bitch 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//
they used to make fun of TO we’re a city you now take notes on//
hoe
10K that 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 felacio 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//
pussy ass artists who sat and stayed there in denial-
are the same assholes 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 build 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’ma 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 guestlist//
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 boy, is get rich//
you wanna talk about the fact you hit my wife first?//
but you worked for that ass 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 ass as the second coming of Jesus//
well it is the second coming, you seen how I kill a remix//
you think all this ish is dope? you’ll see how crazy my EP is//
Prizzy