This really makes me respect Pryde. A lot. Best song on the album in my opinion.
@ilyazspeaks8 жыл бұрын
+Kid Grip real shit!
@kennythao22825 жыл бұрын
The beat and his flow just goes together so well. We need more songs like these from Pryde.
@williamcenter50632 жыл бұрын
2022 this still slaps
@iMentalViirus8 жыл бұрын
Honestly, the realest song on the album. Not my fav, but still great.
@ilyazspeaks8 жыл бұрын
+Ronnie Lowery its definitely one of the realest on the album
@stylesiink27845 жыл бұрын
yeahh but he had alotta real shit cant forget about the song Roses
@blxckfyre2 жыл бұрын
Still a banger
@JohnDoe-zt3wr8 жыл бұрын
I used to listen to dpryde in around 2011 and completely forgot about him. Damn he looks so different.
@suprakid1828 жыл бұрын
we hear you in cali brother
@nguyenthinh23586 жыл бұрын
Yeah 2012 I was trapped in New York Trying to write music, back to the wall Trying to find a way out struggling a week Reaching in my pocket no money to eat Put my headphones on while I walk through the streets Sleeping on a couch with no dollars just dreams Dreams and dreams as I go to the office at work So depressed because I knew what the f*ck I deserved sh*t just got on my nerves Calling and texting these chicks, back home but They ain't care they just left me dismissed You doing sh*t in New York City homeboy you just made it Nuh uhh partner i'm living sh*tty and basic Seeing all my friends having fun up at home While i'm in a big city just stuck on my own Suitcases full of clothes can't pay off my phone Living so alone crying f*cked up and broke Saying what am I to do [Hook] What am I to do Give me an ear I need to say these things to you (Oh) What am I to do Give me an ear I need to say these things to you (Whoa, nana) [Verse 2] 2014 now i'm back up at home Getting back up on my feet money stacking and growing With my best friends tryna make this sh*t pop And now i'm seeing all the friends I can take to the top Wanted to bring my brother but we had some fights He tried to put his hands on me that sh*t wasn't right Tryna argue bout so much had to say it in song I still love you but you gotta admit when your wrong I don't care if your older we grew up with no daddy You treated all of us like sh*t you should value your family Quit making drama with your siblings stop being a pansy And maybe you could be beside me when I win a grammy I know it's stupid i'm rapping about this sh*t And I know that i'm sounding bitter But man up to all your problems instead of going on twitter Were men, were still family I've grown a cold kid So you can miss me with that little boy sh*t! [Hook] What am I to do Give me an ear I need to say these things to you (Oh) What am I to do Give me an ear I need to say these things to you (Whoa, nana) What am I to do Give me an ear I need to say these things to you (Whoa, nana) What am I to do [Verse 3] Uhh, 2015 I thought it was over It was the end of September man I couldn't be sober Near my birthday felt the edge coming closer Momma here im 22 without her near my shoulders I'm lifting boulders with no muscle Ya'll can control Russell Label calling like what do we do I don't know Russell Why you wanna go and do this sh*t on your own Russell J without Russell in the mixer is no Russell Used to have a label now i'm here by myself All respect to my old family that came in for help But now its just myself up in this business with Some dollars to invest, in an industry where I am not the best Everybody got bangers, everybody got dope beats Everybody trappin, everybody can hold heat They all got publicists, they all got them blog posts They all got investors and i'm here working all alone Backstage at shows not blending in cause I ain't a product Of that new wave popping or whatever you call it Not a diss to anyone I got nobody to hate But I be lying if I said that I belong in this game Sometimes I hate music, but I know I'll love it through stress Different rappers dissin me throwing me nothing but threats But if they hate me they should kill me, but as big as I get I will still be young Russell till death