LaDonda

Vinyl Days 3, bitch Kyle on the guitar Remember that Yeah, here we go Ayy Verse Ayo, last album on Def Jam, now where the fucks at Independent now, smear they face in my nutsack College Park next, bitch, I saved it for the fans I've been grindin' since before I could afford a pair of Vans Recorded this album before they gave me my advance Sign with another major, nah, no chance It's like Chicago with no Chance, not a chance This beat that you'rе hearing is a primary example Of somе shit you can accomplish not worrying 'bout a sample I had to clear it, now again hearing spirit Hit the homie Egon, he send a hundred vinyls Fuck mixing an album, two track, that's the final Bobby Campbell and Jerry probably smoking the ounces Some shit I can't even pronounce That's my homies, that's my engineers Many platinum plaques made over the years and many more to come I feel it in my blood, Paul Dano Feel it in my bald spot, Anthony Fantano You plaid-shirt-wearing motherfucker, ayo Ayo, I used to hate you 'cause you shit on my music But now we homies, I take your criticism and use it I used to fantasize about murdering you Choking you to death and watching from your point of view 'til we got friendly And I realized you wasn't ever tryna end me One night, midnight, 2020 on the phone You said the wildest shit that solidified me to stone You said, you said I built an amazing fanbase and career I'm successful and I'm fuckin' worthy to be here And your opinion is just your opinion It doesn't matter like your legion of fuckboy minions It meant a lot, friend or not Honesty is everything, it's fuckin' everything I remember 2DopeBoyz and Fake Shore Drive I remember performing before this virus was alive I remember commenting on Rap Genius threads I remember arguing on Reddit, HipHopHeads Way before I was famous and criticized I was just a member of the community in they eyes And the craziest shit, I'm still the, still the same kid I was With a love for hip-hop, now I just got a bigger buzz, what's up