PLAygROUNd (Ms. Winehouse)
By Dillow Primetime
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(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 hell/
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/
Fuck 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 teeth/
Same time I wish that tomorrow I can still breathe/
Usually I don't sleep/
I'm on a downwards spiral and it's fucking 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 damn 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/
(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 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 shit 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 shit/
But I hustle hard, ain't no fuckshit/
I rapped cuz it helped my brain function/
Now I rap cuz I goddamn 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 shit/
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 bullshittin/
Speak the truth, nothin but/
Hopefully I get luck/
Legend when I blow up/
Legend when I blow up!/
(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 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 niggas since ODB and Gza/
See method and Rza, two man shaolin army/
Late nights tryna make our shit 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/
Geniuses, but can we get some peace?/
Just wanna build my capital for steez/
Fresh to death tryna make it past 25/
Shit, 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 shit 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 fuck the world at my digression/
Killed 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 niggas 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/
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 hell/
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/
Fuck 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 teeth/
Same time I wish that tomorrow I can still breathe/
Usually I don't sleep/
I'm on a downwards spiral and it's fucking 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 damn 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/
(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 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 shit 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 shit/
But I hustle hard, ain't no fuckshit/
I rapped cuz it helped my brain function/
Now I rap cuz I goddamn 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 shit/
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 bullshittin/
Speak the truth, nothin but/
Hopefully I get luck/
Legend when I blow up/
Legend when I blow up!/
(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 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 niggas since ODB and Gza/
See method and Rza, two man shaolin army/
Late nights tryna make our shit 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/
Geniuses, but can we get some peace?/
Just wanna build my capital for steez/
Fresh to death tryna make it past 25/
Shit, 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 shit 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 fuck the world at my digression/
Killed 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 niggas 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/
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