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I feel like
I feel like I got the right talent but
But I'm stuck in the wrong country
You ever, you ever had those days you just wake
Up and you're not feeling anything or anyone?
Yeah
Another interview, here we go again
She started off with saying "Yo, yo my man"
All she see is a rapper or a shooter
Bling bling is all that she's assuming
She thought I drove a sports car but I came with Uber
She said you ain't a rapper like the ones on my computers
Nah baby I'm human, I still complain when it's humid
And hella hot, I'm still craving for the things that I never got
They just care about the money not the structure
'Cause they don't give a fuck about the culture
Sitting in a room full of people acting like they love the music
I got the talent but my life was never fluent
In this fake world it's hard to spot the truest
My good heart, people done abused it
Still I make music like it ain't nothing to it
On my Nike way, how I just do it
You ain't gotta act like you agree
If you ain't tryna help me grow like a tree
'Cause I know you're lying to me (Yeah, yeah)
How you gonna tell 'em that we on the same team
When me and you don't share the same dreams
Tell me why you're lying to me (Yeah, yeah)
Another meeting with the vultures, here we go again
I'm tryna speed it up but they slow me down again
I'm sick and tired of these marketing terms
Nothing's working, so I let the marijuana burn like fuck it
Same man handling your business only
Fucking with it when it's really popping
When it ain't then your phone line's never popping
They don't look at talent, they look at what's really popular
So I promised myself, they won't get this culture for free
Call them other niggas, they won't get this culture from me
From here on out, all I think is L-Y-D
All your favorite rappers need to get coached by D
You need me at your festival then you know my fee