[Intro]
K-K-Kato on the track
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Woah

[Verse]
Stepped into the label office on the fifth floor
Oh, how they lied when they said that I would lift off (Yeah)
Rehearsed the attitude, 'cause usually it’s piss-poor (Wow)
I don’t feel like conversating with a brick wall, dummy (Wow)
She actin' funny while I’m playing the track (Hehehehe...)
Swear, this chick was on her phone the whole time texting and dialing
Why I got up outta Austin and flew all the way back
To takе a meeting with some L.A bitch looking for Billie Eilish? (Fuck you!)
I hit milestonеs and different style tones
The list long, I could ramble it piles on still
Couldn't touch me with a motherfucking pylon or stilts (Nah)
Slide the demo file on it kills, I’m Dylon with bills
I let bygones be bygones for real this time
If the deal's a mill' or five
Could be wagyu with the wifey, don't spill the wine
But I prefer a home-cooked meal (You should see where I’m from)
Colorism that somebody would kill for (Yeah)
You ain’t seeing my people in no Bollywood film, dawg (Nah)
They all whitewashed, fair and lovely, they love y’all (Love y'all)
This is where diplomatic dad would turn my mic off ("Turn the mic off!")
So imagine me in America getting profiled ([?])
By a marketing genius who deems my shit as a “whole vibe”
And how I record and produce the beats on my own time
Just to have the article say nothing 'bout the music (Fuck it)
I gave 'em details, influences, emails sent to influencers
DMing my idols so they know I'm really doing this ([?])
They don’t see me moving, they might have to keep on zooming in
Fanbase improving, my mental health is losing it