Hi! Hello, I'm Dusphoria. Im a rapper every other rapper jealous-of.
I make more off of mixtapes than rappers who are selling-drugs. If you see me in person you're first reaction is most likely to judge.
You label me pessimistic, ugly, and stupid. I ain't even hold a grudge.
I did this independently, I ain't ask for nobody's help. Yet they still dont believe me when I said I got here by myself. So Now I'm showing you the entire team, cmere babe, ain't nobody else.
I remember back when if I rapped I would feel the belt. I prolly still sint on Yo playlist. But that's cause I got no paid clicks.
I was grease hand writing after working on psitons. I would drive 2 hours to the studio that costed 120$ per hour I went that distance.
I overcame my mother's addictions, did it with out your assistance. I battled prescriptions.
This is my mission, picked up the mic and start spittin.
Parents house, I was evicted, I think you need to listen.
I made music consistent, I fixed the things that were missin. I made sure I was different from the system.
This is physics. Heres the ambition.
I COULDNT PAY MY SPOTIFY PREMIUM SUBSCRIPTION!
... ... Huh... haha
Dusphoriā.
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