| Stepped into the label office on the fifth floor
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| Oh how they lied when they said that I would lift off
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| Rehearsed the attitude cause usually it’s piss poor
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| I don’t feel like conversating with a brick wall dummy
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| She actin funny while i’m playing the track
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| Swear this chick was on her phone the whole time texting and dialing
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| Why I got up outta austin and flew all the way back
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| To take a meeting with some LA bitch looking for billie eilish
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| I hit milestones and different styles, tones
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| The list long, i could ramble it pils on still
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| Couldn’t touch me with a motherfucking pylon or stilts
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| Slide th demo file on it kills, I’m Dylon with bills
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| I let bygones be bygones forreal this time
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| If the deals a mill or five
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| Could be wagyu with the wifey, don’t spill the wine but
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| I prefer a home cooked meal
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| (You should see where I’m from)
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| Colorism that somebody would kill for
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| You ain’t seeing my people in no bollywood film dawg
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| They all white washed, fair and lovely they love y’all
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| This is where diplomatic dad would turn my mic off
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| So imagine me in america getting profiled
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| By a marketing genius who deems my shit as a «whole vibe»
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| And how I record and produce the beats on my own time
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| Just to have the article say nothing bout the music
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| I gave em details, influences, emails sent to influencers
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| Dming my idols so they know i’m really doing this
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| They don’t see me moving they might have to keep zooming in
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| Fanbase improving my mental health is losing it |