Lyrics:
I put 'em side by side, side by side
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Baby, there's no other superstar
You know
by Asians
Middle East street-party invitations
The puppet masters taking over
The puppet masters, the puppet masters
The puppet masters taking over
critical condition, enemy of the state by my own admission,
No escape no time for submission, see things clear from my red eye vision.
(theres no escape)
and ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash
Ain't no missin on no critical condition
Murderin is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass
long it's time for to shine (huh)
Being broke ain't no joke ain't no funny
I seen these Niggas need some favors late at night they callin
Same Niggas
I'm 20 years of age I ran across some bullshit
People promise you bowl of cherries but don't forget there are pits
No hints, it's quicks, it's like
Someone be watching me with surveillance
But I won't get caught in this simulation
No one can tell me how to feel
This is all I need to be stimulated
reading all your signs (Aye)
I don't need my name in lights, (Aye) I don't need a starring role
Why gain the whole wide world, If I'm just going lose my
but I need a fix girl
Cause if we married is it wrong to lust
And now that we undefiled can I touch you
No it ain’t no secret what I’m tryin’ to do
Nah, I maybe need a minute
The last time I dropped a song that sucked man it's really been a minute
Can't take no more L's now I'm too busy just winning
and a stick, finna up them up
Pull up take your bitch, give her dick, make her fall in love
Go by n0cap, but I'm the superstar, I'm going up
N0cap and yt back
on the tape, Donald-D break
Syndicate comin' through, I'm talkin' to you
Flexin' hardcore, what could you do?
When we roll up, you send your girl up
feel sorrow (no sorrow)
Actually, your man passed the gat to me, now check this (talk to em)
[Biggie (chorus)]
What's beef? Beef is when you need two
real talk no real stating
You a superstar that's in the making
I can sign you but don't need a agent
Done cat calling that be degrading
Satisfactory that
[Intro:]
Girl you that I need a shawty sweet & ghetto no matter
if she's rockin reebok or stilletos
In my project window samplo [x2]
[Verse 1:]
Nite, yeah
Ayo kid, for years I've been into rap
Writing funky rhymes to get my name on the map
And by now I know I'm hitting
'Cause I say a rhyme
getting chilly
Sump'n good'll come from that
When you're strolling though the wherezis
You need a whozis to lean upon
But when you have no whozis
resurrection
You got the oo-ee baby
That's sweeter than confection
You don't need no invitation
Grab the devil by the tail
If you got the fascination
Touch it,
conversation
I never got the invitation
The sharpness of her words deceiving
And I couldn't stop the bleeding
And Lord, I tried to be forgiving
But getting by
a superstar, a superstar
But usually I'm choosing peace or heaven or tax stone
From using celery ranch to moving into a new elegant ranch home
A true MC,
you from the past are getting leaked
Is it really true
Although I have the receipts
Is it really true although I have no need
Got this shit on lock, ok,
For the next crab nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my people
So why you wanna end your
the club and does our thing
My goonies by the bar
We ghetto superstars
They know just who we are
We pistol poppers chopper choppers
Blame it
And I need some new drawers
Then I spot some more fans, stan hella hardcore (can I have a picture?)
Asking for a pic and I say sure
Scratch my dick
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