Cardiac Arrest

I see'em stars...
Shining in the lime light
Hoping that i'm coming there
Whenever the time's right
Hoping that my rhyme's right
Hoping that i do great
Hoping that everything i thought of is not a fairy tale
Hoping that i don't kill anyone and to be proud of
I'm hoping that i don't go to jail and have a survival
I'm hoping that not any mother****** would be beefing
Cuse if you did you going back to home with no teeth in
I'm ready for this sh*t boy
Everyday i'm listening,"your rhymes fu***** lit boy"
Guess i'm just a big boy
Guess i started working now
Whenever i'm working on a song its getting hit boy
Plus i'm getting t*** boy
Uh,juicy
I see'em haters exasperated coming through me
Its all good they come and go like a movie
I started from the bottom and then i saw that b**ty
Ooh spherical,like earth
Like she's the only one that can give my child a birth
Like she's the one that i'm dreaming of
Like she's mine and i am her's
But i'm feeling that thirst
Fuck everybody and everything then get focused
Not anyone else is coming for ya
When you're left broken
And I'm drowning in this liquor cuse that's more fun
When you reach the skies they hate you and then that's the motion

They don't wanna see my success
They don't wanna see my interviews in the press
They just wanna hate me till i put my a** to rest
But my shit is getting famous they get cardiac arrest
They don't wanna see my success
They don't wanna see my interviews in the press
They just wanna hate me till i put my a** to rest
But my shit is getting famous they get cardiac arrest

Feeling like a superstar i'm feeling like a hero
This last chick i fucked with she's not letting me go
Then her man came over,he be sniffing like a beagle
All this drama and this bullshit it is not letting me grow
So we go
To this afterparty
Where the lights get dimmer and the liquor getting started
Yeah,the way i want it super fine dining
Then i feast on this superfine shawty
Boy and she's hotter than the sun
I am too distracted i'm just caught up in the fun
Caught up in these women they been giving me this rum
Giving me their time like its 1991
And i ain't really frontin'
Now i'm getting shows and i'm really feelin somethin'
I party with them strippers,and when i see them haters
I see'em asses burning,that is what i'm concerned with

They don't wanna see my success
They don't wanna see my interviews in the press
They just wanna hate me till i put my ass to rest
But my shit is getting famous they get cardiac arrest
They don't wanna see my success
They don't wanna see my interviews in the press
They just wanna hate me till i put my ass to rest
But my shit is getting famous they get cardiac arrest



Credits
Writer(s): Chetan Sharma
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