Lyrics:
They say I lost my mind, I done turned to a maniac (maniac)
Half a millie on my neck, I'm rockin' big racks
Kidnap his bitch, he can't get his
Circlin' up out back behind that Texaco
Brushin' the blonde hair out of her blue eyes
Countin' the stars out under the big sky
Passin' the bottle round just
Ballin' like a star, they call me Big Dipper
All the waitresses love me cuz i'm such a big tipper
I'm Bball player supreme, I live my life to extremes
I
Might come back home with a broken wing and a 10,000 yard stare
Twenty years go by like pages from a calendar blowing in the wind
Under highway signs
Yeah I always had a dream like Dr. King
Maniac Flame hot boy yeah I'm moving mean
I'm a star I wanna act where a movie scene
When I bust on her ass
Arenas (hey) Subpoenas(Hey) Houses (Hey) Cars(hey)
Everybody wants to be a roxstar
10,000 Maniacs singing my songs
Got that Widespread Panic cuz we ain't
Arenas (hey) Subpoenas(Hey) Houses (Hey) Cars(hey)
Everybody wants to be a roxstar
10,000 Maniacs singing my songs
Got that Widespread Panic cuz we ain't
all what is there left.
But in the black of night
frosty stars and vice.
I'm too old to learn
too young to burn
And as you walk by with ghosts in
just a dirty, dirty, down south gold mouth nigga
Can't remember the last time I only saw six figures
I bang a bad big booty thang daily
I did more stars
back by popular demand and shit
Niggaz want the crown but can't handle it
This rap game's getting scandalous
I done lost my best friend in Los Angeles
might just stop by your daddy's
Roll around in Pikachu, throw that window down
Pack a big ol' fatty bowl, shit me smokin' now
Throw it into drive and hit
Twitter beef but I ain't into star wars
Luke skywalking on these niggas like a cyborg
Trump ain't stopping shit i still be knocking out the side door
Armor
back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again
They may have to wrestle to get it back
on the tree with The Roots
And Black Star said we are what we are
The Knowledge Of Self Determination
And my little homie KG
Up there in Minnesota milking 10000
know, I'm on the block with my Nikes on
My G-Star jeans, you know what I mean? You know
My shirt (my lifestyle), my plain t-shirt (this my lifestyle)
on the wind, a heartless echo
What is wrong with us, on this mortal earth
Why do we love to see, another man's blood squirt
And cover pavement steps, big houses
Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy
Pagan holidays, are way far from my reality
Far through Evisu jeans, lethal green
Oliver peoples shades
we got 10,000 lakes
But wait, the women are beautiful, to me they are
And we're not infested with pretentious movie stars
And it hit me, Minnesota is
delicate
So in tune with the elements
Big dick bars yeah I need a pre-requisite
No OG has ever given
Inheritance to my relevance
10000 hours has qualified me
the floor
I been a fool and more but guess what
I found out my superpowers
I put effort like 10000 hours
The poster boy is dead
The horizon’s gold, mama
the bezzle
Mo' sipping, phantom bumping Aaron Neville
Polo black scented, eyes squinted
Air Force One's, with my own patent in it
Fresher than a star, glowing
Fresher than a star, glowing up in the galaxy
Pagan holidays, are way far from my reality
Far through Evisu jeans, lethal green
Oliver peoples shades
you lot keep killing all your best talent
We build up our stars and then papers sweep on them
And you build on stars and maniacs shoot them
I don't
and stars
Blessed by shooting stars
Old school with a body of a 24
School of Thought : Just do it
With or without the swoosh
Tell Nike, we been through it
We
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