LaDonda

Hahaha
Vinyl Days 3, bitch
Kyle off the guitar, remember that?
Yeah, here we go
Ay

Ayo, last album on DefJam, now where the ****s 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're hearing is a primary example
Of some 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
**** mixing an album, two track that's the final
Bobby Campbell and Jerry prolly 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-mother****er
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 'till we got friendly
And I realized you wasn't never 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 ****in' worthy to be here
In your opinion, it's just your opinion
It doesn't matter like your lesion of ****boy minions
It meant a lot, friend or not
Honesty is everything, it's ****in' everything
I remember 2 Dope Boyz and Fake Shore Drive
I remember performing before this virus was alive
I remember commenting on rap Genius threads
I remember arguing over the Hip Hop Heads
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 same kid I was
With a love for Hip-Hop, now it just got a bigger buzz, what's up?