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main attraction - g. pryor lyrics

[verse 1]

put me in the conversation
i’ve been top tier rhyming for generations, f*ck is y’all saying
strictly for the love
i’m here for the grip like the fingers on a glove
plan to leave a mark like some footprints in the mud, while yours just evaporates
*smack* and leave a bad after taste
labels wanna take sh*t that i create
but them lil’ numbers don’t calculate
g. pryor the games in trouble
no ghost writer n*gga no stunt double
and i hate to burst your bubble, but talent still exists
and it’s bigger than than them same three n*ggas on the list
not a diss, just making you c*ck suckers aware
that your career will blockbuster ya hear
in less than year if your ass f*ck around
d.o.c records, it’s going down

[hook 2x]

it’s time for some action
if you play around then expect a reaction
came to lay it down r*a*p is my passion
always say it loud d.o.c to the casket
raps main attraction
[verse 2]

y2g, it feels like the audio version
of future trunks in the time machine
here to save hip*hop with a old sound so fresh
you would think it was preserved in a ziplock
and i still made it feel new
plus the people want rap back they tired of n*ggas singing like seal do
they don’t feel you, that’s why you can’t sell
you ain’t hard boy you softer than a bake sell
d.c., northeast to be exact
they like we ain’t know n*ggas from d.c. can rap
what, circles around y’all
with a flow so cold you’ll think we murdered a groundhog
i’m confident in mine, i write every line
and have been for decades old and still shine
i’m laying the guidelines
d*mn, i must need a new watch face ‘cause this is saying it’s my time

[hook 2x]

[verse 3]

go and play with another man ‘cause g’s off limits
or find a f*cking deep ass ditch and crawl in it
go chill by a well, slip and fall in it
or soon i’ma end up with a long ass sentence
‘cause i be chilling, not tryna be a villain
i’m tryna climb this ladder and push pass the ceiling
while you be out on missions tricking and simpin
i be shooting dye on her dress like bill clinton
it was written, well yours by someone else
got your assh0l* hurting and your back full of welts
fighting for masters you should’ve owned as a master
but you’se an actor, cosplaying as a rapper
now they got you recouping for 30 more years
forcing you to try to pivot and change careers
but who am i, just a rapper who hasn’t made it
at least i still got my soul, while i’m thinking it’s
[hook 4x]

end

- g pryor lyrics

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