Lyrics:
I just want to be a rockstar, yeah
I was raised by them rastas, yeah
We still ducking from them cop cars, yeah
Off a pill I go off to Mars, yeah
the food
I cooked a ball then I skipped to the Lou
I got a fye that a split you in two Fifty on me hit the side of yo car
I don't owe you shit I done paid
For ya, for ya, for ya, for ya, for you, for you, for ya, for ya, for ya, for ya, for you, for you, yeah
Everybody want the same thing like the cars
hard to get now I'm teasing
Now, pay attention I don't go with the flow
I make my own lane you already know
By the way, I walk by the way I talk yo
By
tryna visit
Tired of people acting like I won a lotto ticket
I'm still gon' get it by any means
I'm still gon' get it by any means
I'ma go get it by any
the fuck am I gonna do man?)
We go make another gold LP nigga stop trippin nigga
Nigga we own a gold LP, nigga stop trippin!
By the time I hit
straight as log
And he empties his gun at the dirty dog
And he's hit by the smell
Of the black powder smoke
And the stand in the street at
The turn
like my life is a movie
Damn, this too easy
Can't catch me, I'm jumpin' the borders
Hit the embassy, it's bag or die
Seven gold chains on me, call
With a blue rag
A car pull up, I'm like the Saints, nigga
Who dat?
I'm rich as a bitch, bitch, why you mad?
I'm still B-walkin' to the bank
Hit
by the dumpster
Backyard
My big sister was trying to pull out the thumper
She hit one nigga
Had that boy drop
We trying to gun ya
Wodie talk a lot
man that thang go wit' me
My nigga from the jets got stained for a 50
Sack of the hard
Tryna match you a broad
Got 'em shot up in his car by
and y'all ain't never hit my phone
Ion trust these bitches
I just fuck em then I'm Gone yeah netflix at the spot and is she gone by the morning
These
Judo Uzzah
Blow first gang we dont do none of that
Aye Scoovy what happened right there by that park let em' know
I say we barely get hit at cuz' we
by the power of suggestion
By now I know the answer's always in the question
Now that we're done with that, why don't you warm the car
All
See when I call she text me
Green tea with some leaves she reckon
I see when I need the fashion
To be yours to be mine when you sent a car to get me
Notice I ain’t even Danny Phantom
But I want my album looking like his head and going platinum
I had to think about trying to hit my only dad up
Then I
/ I'm about to spill it
On the whole album so all of y'all can hear it
A hundred or a million / Five folks or a billion
The clock is ticking / gotta
Its just me vs the world girl you don't know bout me
In my room by myself instead of being rowdy
Put their call on decline just want some peace
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
in these tunnels, to be
Uncovered worth more than you could imagine, and so it happened, by happenstance, a classic
Chance, wrapping me into a rapid
of a mobster
See a nigga pass by
Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya
Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale
Anything that you need, believe me, I'm
the ground, watch me count it up
Cop me a pound, burn it down with us (uh)
Let's hit the town, is you down or nah?
Look at me now, I done found me some
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
Can't get you out of my mind
Can't let you out of my sight
Met you in the daylight
Turned into night time
Fast cars pass by
Street lights shine
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