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dillow primetime - playground (ms. winehouse) lyrics

(verse 1)
most legends die at twenty seven/
look at fredo and jimmie hendrix/
look at fat pat and amy winehouse/
i guess i’ll be the first one from my house/
to join them up in heaven or h+ll/
which one i go only time can tell/
or maybe i’ll spend my time in jail/
all i know is that i’m here to fail/
the fame can get to all kinds of heads/
sometimes the hood never leaves, sometimes they forget/
only focus on the good life, have no respect/
for the place that you left/
and kendrick told ya’ll to stay humble/
but that’s just a song just a mumble/
f+ck tha fame/
it turns people insane/
and makes the fake ones change/
when you on the right lane/
just look at amy’s dad/
superstar daughter, took advantage of the fad/
all the camera crews that were around/
paparazzi, snap snap, but no one hears the sound/
man imma get out the hood/
imma start livin good/
imma remember where i have stayed/
and i won’t lose my way/
and i won’t let the fame/
try to weigh/
me deep down/
to the ground/
man/
i’m king wza/
but i don’t deserve this crown/
man/

(hook)
wrote this while i’m nameless/
wrote this while i’m chasing/
wrote this ‘fore i’m famous/
wrote this ‘fore i’m a+list/
don’t forget where you from/
don’t forget where you’ve walked/
and don’t you lose yo ways/
and don’t forget the block/
don’t forget the hard knocks/
don’t forget the sidewalk
don’t forget yo streets/
cuz now you rappin on beats/
and don’t forget yo roots/
cuz now that you’ve grow/
you truly is alone/
and now you far from home/

(verse 2)
i daydream of 24 inch rims/
i daydream bout a life wit a big booty chick/
i daydream of making movies just like will smith/
and get the fame but still stay legit/
famed something that can make families split/
chasing dreams i can barely see, word to big k.r.i.t/
i want grillz on my t++th/
same time i wish that tomorrow i can still breathe/
usually i don’t sleep/
i’m on a downwards spiral and it’s f+cking steep/
working with pop since age 12, tryna make ends meet/
taught me how to fight back everything against me/
livin low income done made me strong/
thanks to the hardships i’ve lived this long/
imagine if threw that away/
once i obtained the fame/
lost in my brand new ways/
that wouldn’t be okay/
i remember when i used to fight at the playground/
cuz pops taught me to never stay down/
he taught me all this to survive in this d+mn town/
and this city went into my sound/
that’s a+co/
in case you didn’t know/
but what if i settled down and chilled/
right in beverly hills/
and forgot all the feels/
i had for the hood, for the city, is that real?/
of course not/
i’ll never forget all the gunshots/
never forget looking at the clock/
tick, tick, tock/
don’t know what time i’m gon fall asleep/
prolly at 5 am and that’s if i’m lucky/
man, how can i forget sleepless nights/
i’ve knocked out men, but can’t beat this fight/

(verse 3)
i just wanna find peace/
and find me/
a fine freak/
to like me/
but big l said no endz then no skinz/
so first i gotta win/
but success can become addiction/
get cash, now you only worry bout addition/
stack up till it wobbles/
mo money, mo problems/
that’s what b.i.g said/
then they went off with b.i.g’s head/
kings always lose they crown/
and the castle will always fall down/
and i could be king wza today/
just be antonio the next day/
and would my ego get in my way/
cuz i fell off after so many mc’s slayed/
after all the time my songs were played/
couldn’t watch the throne, now that sh+t cray/
i just wanted a milli like wayne/
i just wanted a kim k like ye/
maybe an instagram model with likes/
in her louboutins while i’m in my dirty nikes/
i don’t think our relationship would be that good/
she from the burbs, and i’m from the hood/
gentrifying me, maybe leave her? prolly should/
plus all she do is post pictures and roll backwoods/
all for them double taps/
livin life in a picture that is double cap/
i swear people be blowin up off some dumb sh+t/
but i hustle hard, ain’t no f+cksh+t/
i rapped cuz it helped my brain function/
now i rap cuz i godd+mn love it/
now all i need is a seventy+three cutlass/
ain’t bluffin/
imma keep it real when i blow up/
you say i ain’t mainstream, man, so what?/
i’ll still be on my ghetto boy sh+t/
i’ll give voices to the voiceless/
i don’t wanna be on a forbes list/
all i want is to make my words hit/
and i’ve been inspired by kendrick/
worry bout my lyrics/
talk about my spirit/
in the rhymes i’m spittin/
my life has been written/
and i ain’t bullsh+ttin/
speak the truth, nothin but/
hopefully i get luck/
legend when i blow up/
legend when i blow up!/

(verse 4: w.i.s.e)
so long on this beaten path/
tryna beat my past/
directors chair tryna cut this cast/
of the masses that can’t do the math/
to distribute from spitting while noodles on the stove/
16 years in my safe without a treasure trove/
pressures make rhinestones turn diamonds froze/
leave the average neck 300 hundred below/
shoutout my homie king wza/
dreams more underground than dilla/
schemes, bigger plans than jigga/
realest n+ggas since odb and gza/
see method and rza, two man shaolin army/
late nights tryna make our sh+t sound godly/
lemme get back to adding on this rapping/
these adds on i should start capping/
at a band a piece/
and maybe a jesus piece/
g+niuses, but can we get some peace?/
just wanna build my capital for st++z/
fresh to death tryna make it past 25/
sh+t, see i’m tryna be more just alive/
defy physics that try to speak my future sign/
can’t define a fugitive doing time/
fugees got me writing confessions of a miseducated mind/
the sh+t that have lo hill looking back to her prime/
but excuse me gotta write my thesis/
to why, since the fetus/
been destined the greatest mc since og yeezus/
they gon feel this/
at the end of my ascension/
my city gonna have my statue erected/
with a 12 foot erection/
so i can f+ck the world at my digression/
k!lled another studio session/
wrapped my raps in caution tape/
cassettes confiscated by the state/
cuz a black kid slipped through the gates/
to tell a story of the hate/
the kid lethal, imagine if he had a weapon/
to take the opps out of oppression/
and opposite the pain of his depression/
turn a curse to a multitude of blessings/
that would have made jesus proud/
so i keep the pen and pass the loud/
away, reserve my days on the ninth cloud/
riding flying nimbus through the flyest crowds/
my city put they faith in me/
took a minute let my soul become charity/
for these clarence+looking n+ggas looking for clarity/
on how to become the greatest rapper/
from humble beginnings to the greatest after/
and there won’t be a greatest after/
cuz i’m the last story in this chapter/

(outro: amy winehouse)
by the time i’m out the door/
you tear men down like roger moore/
i cheated myself/
like i knew i would/
i told you i was trouble/
you know that i’m no good/

- dillow primetime lyrics

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