Lyrics:
American raised, Canadian born
My name is Daystar Peterston
One day I'mma be the biggest artist in the whole world
As for right now though,
shit off my mind now (now)
We born in the battlefield, can't call no timeout
Every time now, it's another one of us lyin' out (hey)
Cryin' out, "I
to brag
Truth I'm broken in fact
I gotta hard drive packed full of sad boy raps
Too bad you've never heard em'
Pretty sure you never will
Cause success
catch lockjaw
Got the dough you get a year, stashed in my sock drawer
Showed you the troubles and the struggles of an outlaw
Top dog would not fall, I
of it
I'll make the worst of it
I can read the writing on the wall
We are just waiting for the world to fall
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
despair
In my professional opinion
We're better off not going there
Oh, what in the world we whispering for?
Everyone's naked, there's nothing to hide
rapper ever
Big Johnny go fuck em up
Lil Johnny I got you bruh
Better not let nun stop you bruh
Keep going it's not enough
Love in the world drugs in
well
He belonged in the Hall of Fame
So the Jackson 5 ended up on top
And we thank them one and all
For not only did they beat the best
They also saved
it
Not destroyed
By opinions and perceptions
I’m purpose not worthless
Full of faith
Not faithless
I’m vicious I’m a problem
In this game
were pointing at the moon
And i'm so so tired of waiting for myself to happen
I'm so so tired of waiting for myself to happen
And you're so so tired
In the merry month of June first from home I started
Left the girls of Tuam all sad and broken-hearted
Saluted me Father dear, kissed me darlin'
[Chorus: Anthony Hamilton]
I'm sick and tired of being criticized
I'm sick and tired of barely gettin by
I'm sick and tired of not livin right
feel it in our souls
Oh in our souls
World so cold it'll make not wanna step outside
When i was 5 years old never think
My niggas would die
That's why i
[m/l van Dyk]
[Part I: Arrivals]
October's a rare month for boys
When life is simple, pure and sweet
And the foolish youth can overlook
The wolf
you mean every word that you say
And I don’t care if you’re tellin’ me lies
Cause I was fallin’ for you by the look in your eyes
You turn my world just
shit worse
There's three types of niggas in this world, ya know?
So you either gon' make shit happen, watch shit happen
Or not know what happened
mode
I’m, I’m in the zone for realer
I'm the highest, exalted
Rappers are doing a lot of talking
You're tired of me living then
You'll probably die
This them golf boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one four and the one five, yo what up Wayne
(What up
the first to admit it, I'm curious about you, you seem so loose
You wanna get in my world, get lost in it
Boy I'm tired of running, let's walk for
the world
And I leave other MCs below
If you ain't heard of me, hello
Keep up stop moving slow
Boy wanna know what Boy Better Know means
For you to find out
to day
And I can get some money
That you will not get a say today
And I can get a Mack
Load it up, get you sprayed today
I'm tired of this and I'm tired
waiting for?
(I'm not the madman! YOU'RE the madman!)
What are you still waiting for?
Why is your faith no more?
(Don't you look at me that way!
the future then Idk what to ask for
I'm just ah 803 baby, baby forever that!
So Carolina you prolly hear it in every rap...
Not the north, ah southerner til
(come on)
Not with a knot like this (let's go)
Lying down with the 2-1-5
Middle finger stay high, make it rock like this
Dirty Money up in your area
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