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rdgldgrn - million fans lyrics

[intro]
uh, crispy

[verse 1]
who can make a million fans off of one track
a backpackin’ pop star with some skater p-ss
girls love it when i sing, but i love to rap
they got their eyes on this money like they wear a patch
i don’t tell ’em that i’m broke, where’s the fun in that?
we at college, playing shows, get a ton of -ss
doomsday, i make songs for the culo
girls ask me “what the h-ll they mad at you for?”
same reason they was mad at menudo
i get girls, and rap nerds watch naruto
these girls are pretty fast, no kissin’
still can magic johnson if you only get some clinton
music’s a dream, no pinchin’
or it’s back to workin’ here with no pension

[chorus]
what’s up now?
hey lil’ diddy, what’s up now?
hey, what’s up now?
hey lil’ diddy, what’s up now?
yeah
a million fans ain’t livin’ in my home
but i makin’ me a million and i’m payin’ what i owe
what’s up now
hey lil diddy, what’s up now
hey, what’s up now
hey lil diddy, what’s up now
yeah
a million fans ain’t livin’ in my home
but i make a mega million and i’m payin’ what i owe
what’s up now

[verse 2]
i’m a color, not another black rob
stack gold bars till they turn to steve jobs
i gotta make a million to make a difference
hate if you want (true), long as you listen
floor coated in convenience store refreshments
head of my cl-ss so i’m beatin’ on the freshmen
i use money, but i am not the next man
attracted to this metal like i’m try’na k!ll an x-man
emo lyrics are feeding off depression
caused by the last decade of recession
school loans are starting to be a b-tch, so i just quit school
now i’m starting to get rich, or
die trying, turn into a giant
here to add value to this music that i’m buyin’

[verse 3]
if anything’s good, there’s a rare amount
so stop giving me songs that i don’t care about
not concerned with your past or your whereabouts
never used to claim that i rap, so i’mma try it out
flow something new, beats borrowed
and i can guarantee a million fans follow
an outcast with rage against machines
transform art to slave for companies
homeboy green been pavin’ out the dream
since i hang from trees, so scr-pe my dungarees
you can’t change the world from writing songs
but i have civil rights because of a microphone, and
though a million ain’t fittin’ in my home
i’m makin’ me a million and i’m payin’ what i owe
what’s up now?

- rdgldgrn lyrics

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