Music Video
Prima Donna
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Vince Staples
Performer
Olga Aguilar
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Vince Staples
Composer
Dacoury Natche
Composer
R. Mayers
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dahi
Producer
Michael Law Thomas
Recording Engineer
Casey Cuayo
Assistant Recording Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Kicc cacc cee cool, watch a **** get it
I be all around the city with the semi naughty cripping
All the homies say I'm different, police say I raise suspicion
Buy a million dollar home and blow my dome to paint the kitchen
Bitches like is that Venetian? **** salty when they meet 'em
'Cause they never finna beat 'em and they'll never get a feature
I'm a star, tell Billy I'ma bill 'em for the sneakers
You conversing with a ****, better be about the green
I've been broke, but I ain't going back
Rather go to Caliprat or murdered while I'm shooting back
Call me King Latifah, if we talking 'bout your bitch then she a keeper
Better keep her in the house, watch your mouth
Don't be talking from the bleachers, ****
[Verse 2]
Is it real, is it, is it real?
Is it real, real, real?
Is it, is it real?
Is it real, is it real, is it real?
Real, real, real, real
Real, real, real, real, real
Real killer shit, real **** shit, real militant
Once you get addicted
[Verse 3]
I just wanna be da Vinci, baby
Why they wanna kill me, baby?
Feeling like a pop star, music drive a **** crazy
Think I'm finna pull a Wavves on the Primavera stage
On some prima donna shit, finna throw it all away
I don't need no accolades, boy I'm here to act a fool
Ask about me, had the shotty, robbing **** after school
Me and Pac Slimm, we been shooting since the Vans song
Pulling any trigger that a **** got his hands on
Looking at my vida, all this money, all these visas
All these motherfucking mini-me's, I know they wanna be 'em
Either with it or against it ****, ain't no in-betweening
If you say you wanna kill the man
Then dump it when you see 'em, pussy
[Verse 4]
Is it real, is it, is it real?
Is it real, real, real?
Is it, is it real?
Is it real, is it real, is it real?
Real, real, real, real
Real, real, real, real, real
Real killer shit, real **** shit, real militant
Once you get addicted
Is it real?
[Verse 5]
Once you get addicted to it
Once you get addicted
Once you get addicted to it
Once you get addicted
Once you get addicted to it
Once you get addicted
Once you get addicted to it
Once you get addicted
Once you get addicted to it
Once you get addicted
Once you get addicted to it
Once you get addicted
Once you get addicted to it
Once you get addicted
Once you get addicted to it
Once you get addicted
[Verse 6]
Fed up with the sunshine
Fed up with the gun violence
Fed up with the old rules
Fed up with the young dying
I just wanna live forever
I just wanna live forever
I just wanna live forever
I just wanna live forever
Fed up with the song singing
Fed up with the gang-banging
Fed up with the same things
Fed up with my life changing
I just wanna show you better
I just wanna show you better
I just wanna show you better
I just wanna show you better
Written by: Dacoury Natche, R. Mayers, Vince Staples
