Lyrics:
(Outtatown, we never outta money)
Ayy, ooh (Star Boy, you're my hero)
We ain't never running out of money, we ain't running out of loot
We ain't
(Hook 2x)
Bitch imma rock star
Hoe I got dreams
This world ain't so loving
No It ain't how it seem
Fake smiles on there faces
I cant read between
cocked
A Santana rock
Little Gerv, Grandpa Jerry, Grandma Doc (thats my fam)
Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill,
Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up
me by accident,
Play lotto, nine out of ten times you gonna win nigga.)
[Chorus: x2]
To play the game, sure to win
?
I sacrificed, I rolled
[Professor X]
Come diddy-dumb!
Welcome to this archaeological find!
At the road, witness me
Before the coming of the Sun;
peeking at you from
a benz, Got your bitches with the chills
Quit the four in the last ten minutes
Drop the loud then he choke by my fault
Dark smoke in my lungs lightning
Man Style Omega
Hot like pepper
Unique crepa
Real trend setter
Star mode mek yah
Start act better
Mi no push war
But we swing di beretta
Ten bikes
heal some scars
I'm just one spitta
With a rock star figure
100s on my high tops
My walk is something surreal
Know that I been on this vibe
I'm talking
* organized by Rhino comp. for convenience regardless of original
I come from Freaktown baby
I come from Freaktown, hit it!
Kev touch his self,
guest, it's a rock star theme
Everybody lookin? of course it's the queen
They admirin? the crown and the 10 carat ring
I'm known for pimpin? these rappers
losing we keeping it moving
Ain't Shit to prove still put rocks in my Cuban
Been blatantly brutal fuck praise and approval
Never gave a fuck mixing X with
of my time like Jimi Hendrix playing Woodstock
Me, I'm playing Hoodstock before I had the dreadlocks
I use to reminisce "Should I do music or sell rocks
Money
Ho that money age old and can't a cage hold
This animal from Hollygrove
Sorry mami I be stoned, I be, I be
I be blowed got me copy rock star
Weezy
a bad bitch by me
And, she brought gasoline
She bad and i saw her in my dreams
First time that I saw you yeah yeah yeah
I was like, Woah yeh yeh yeh
I sleep with rolle on
I'm feeling like Corleone
Wanta roll with winners
Come stand by me
I'm the man high key
Big Cashmere Donny
Check my fleece
missing you
Damn we missing you
(It's been too long and I'm lost without you)
Now Star is mad I won't grant him a interview
Now he's dissing me cause
land and fall
Straight on your brain, the X'll drop rocks
Leave a rapper with mumps and chicken pox
Standin' still and stiff like a mannequin
Bloody
dripping X-Large
Battled a centaur like Dash Rendar
Roll a sick car, no gas in the whip
Big like the Rock, my flow's electric
Knot in my pocket thinking big,
on a life of its own and keeps livin'
We found strength in numbers many of whom were women like Sha-Rock and them who were there
From the beginnin' is all
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
my pockets and threw my stars on the cone
Gimme the dice so I can break you niggas
I threw a see (C-I-X) so my point was the biggie
Seven-four-four-tre
but by life
It's detrimental my peripheral
Is good enough to make sure
That my back
Don't catch a stray knife
I could throw a rock
With the left and hit
singing star
Charisma changed her mind on the way out
Of the registry office
When she realised she'd married
One of the Donkeys by
Mistake the evening
(Get low)
Platinum status what I live for
Sold four million now I want six more
Never satisfied just like my mom
With 10 mill' sitting' in
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