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