Sam Claudio - PRIME

Talking about your prime
What about my prime, Mick?
Where were y'all when I was jumping up and down the streets?
When it didn't even reach a fucking thousand streams
When some people were behind my back clowning me
Back when even my whole family was doubting me
Back when my production and my tracks sounded weak
When I was scrubbing toilets just to fill my mouth with beans
All that sushi caviar food is out of reach
When it was only me and Rob to film out a scene
Trying to appease everyone started clouding me
In this fuck you mentality is where I found relief
Finna shock awake anyone who be sound asleep
When I go up don't be claiming that y'all were down for me (Let's go)
Got a shit list full of motherfuckers imma prove wrong
Couple cousins, couple uncles and a few aunts
Old classmates and that janitor that punches in at two o'clock, imma doom y'all
I know that y'all don't even peep my shit when I drop a new song
But when I'm reaching top they quick to say I'm too far
You don't know the caliber that my crew's on
Don't be surprised when I'm packing out in a U-Haul
I got a chip on my shoulder the size of Jordan's ego
Reason why my future gon be filled with ocho zeros
I'll be financially free man, but not Morgan I'm Neo
Meaning I'm the one to pull myself out of Espino
Don't need this, don't need that
If you don't give me assist, then don't react
Ignoring me is bliss cuz I'll reach back
Load up the pen, aim for the head and then I squeeze
Fucking with me and you fucking with the best
Puerto Rican version Tony Montana in the flesh
This a prodigy of rap straight out the wilderness
All the hustling is gonna bring abundance in checks
We not family
We just share the last name
Laughing at me cuz pennies are all my raps pay
But I'll laugh last when the money comes in cascades
And keep watching, I'll be wreaking havoc and rampage
I'm focused on my craft, married to the rap game
That's why I don't be tripping over any past flames
Had to keep on climbing even through the bad days
To make it to the top and enjoy the landscape
Some talking shit behind my back then want a handshake
Gon get socked if you don't get the fuck up out of Sam's face (Bitch)
Some saying they believe in me as if they had faith
I know damn well they just talk for when the cash rains
I was told to work in silence, let the hustle prove
But I'm too impulsive, I just wanna fucking spew
So when the lick hits I can shrug it cuz I always knew
Get the fuck outta my way, Sam is coming through
Yeah
Alright, take us out

Written by:
Sam Claudio

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