Lyrics:
And we mighty full of ourselves
All of a sudden, aren't we?
You're gonna be a shinin' star
In fancy clothes and fancy cars
And then you'll see you're
Trap star
Aw yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm a trap star
Duffle bag talk
Leather seats, embossed
In the Jaguar
I'm a trap star
Pablo Escobar
Like I'm swimming
made a star
He's such a showoff
Man, I can't even talk, Boat's more of a showoff
Speakin' of Boat, I think right now he's with Digital Nas
Let's go
Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant f**k with none of these bars
This is real nigga rap, we can spit it through the mic
growin' up (growin' up)
If people wanna talk, let 'em talk
'Cause we headed to the top while they lookin' at us (look at us now)
If people wanna see us
All my niggas who pump
The spirit'll jump out and grab shit
Max with the laser on 'em, staircase caskets
Broke bugged thugs in the hallway maxing
pizazz and jazz in this, the cash in this
Mastered this, flash this and make 'em clap to this
DJ's throw on cuts and obey the crowd
Just pump the volume
of flesh, for eternal flames that boy robin y'all
From afar, man we born at stares
Like we raised by Joseph
Fire in my heart, ain't nothing gonna stop
Like
Queen Bee getting stung by Too Scheezee
I'm smokin indo, buzzin with the bree-zy
I teach you all about the niggaz from the O-A-K
We take the money
the middle man is lame
Cam'Ron killed the game rocking all that pink
Slipknot said people equals shit so fuck what others think
I can by Nas every child should
A violent party
All art and jazz
And League of Nations
I see a land
As we crawl by night
I see a face
In the window in front
The east is calling
I'm
A-R, capital K, small E-R
We are, the star
Without the use of a car we go far
I build and destroy!
Yeah Kris, serve em man, serve em!
money to go around
Tell she cute but I ain't aroused
Keep the s**t real and she won't complain
Bet she'll say it if she feel the same
All that bull s**t I
moving in slow motion
Stored so many bodies away from all these K's im toting
Could your brain even imagine this? A land and its filled up with savages
a thing huh
But why they always slide in my dms huh
Why you take it outside? Why you gotta tell Jazz?
Why is it that your home girls, gat all the gists
The best bars in the league!
I should slide him if he talk!
But clauses in that contract
Signin’ if we fought
So presidential race: I’m abidin’
(Biden) by
Picasso vision the way I'm painting
All these master piece pictures
I'm the author of my future
J k Rowling
Watch me shoot a movie
Tryna reenact a scene
propellers
Ngoba ngibamba umshin with the gang
Bathi umphimbo umnandi u-Tellaman (Tella)
If you wanna talk I make you dance
Hhasha hhasha representative
I
worth it
Flesh or the spirit so what is your purpose
I don't want the surface
Not likened to Him
But y'all want the first dibs
Y'all now I'm not perfect
get women
Empty dealing's
Sadboi feelings
Got a sad world kneelin
Ain't no limit
Souless spirit
Fuck hoes, fuck humans
I stay hidden
Star cloud drippin
thrown in a lava tube
And watch the News say you disappeared
If you can't bang then back up
If you talk heavy then back it up
We the ones causing all
Gather round now, it all comes down to this
Furthest round, finals, it all comes down to this
Go for the win not a draw, it all comes down to this
ain't Buster Douglass
'Cause the roughest with the gun, becomes a pussy
So all the bad boy talk, come on cause I'm the nice dog, yeah hawk
Throw many
the tape at the corner store
Queen Bee gettin stung by Too Sheezee
I'm smokin indo, buzzin with the breezee
I'll teach you all about the nigga's from
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