Rockstar (feat. Monte Marko)
Rock, rock, rockstar
Ice all on my wrist look like a foreign car
Nigga's talkin' tough gone have to see the squad
Raging
I'm just like a rockstar
Rock, rock, rockstar
Ice all on my wrist look like a foreign car
Nigga's talkin' tough gone have to see the squad
Raging
I'm just like a rockstar
Double check
She say she can't get enough
I'm up next
Most of y'all can't hang around
Labels hit my line sayin' sign the dotted line
On the way to London what I find what I find
Strips on me so don't check my line
Free smoke word to drizzy slime
Monte got the smoke and young lino made the note
My nigga's some shooters got the heat tucked on the low
Rappers talk to much jump on beat, tuck the heat then he ghost
Now we should talk about money heard a depression is coming
I'm talkin' suppressive repression where ain't no progression
For people of color you gettin' my message
I'm talkin' build up your bank account
Make sure your savings loud
Keep you a big amount
Weather you through the drought
Rock, rock, rockstar
Ice all on my wrist look like a foreign car
Nigga's talkin' tough gone have to see the squad
Raging
I'm just like a rockstar
Rock, rock, rockstar
Ice all on my wrist look like a foreign car
Nigga's talkin' tough gone have to see the squad
Raging
I'm just like a rockstar
And we ragin' I feel like a rockstar
Smokin' mary jane I feel like a rasta
And I'm speedin' down your block just like a cop car
If, if, if he talkin' sweet then he gone meet his god
I need stars all on my roof bitch fuck a drop top
Rollie in my royce this ain't no stop watch
Two lil' shorty's ride wit me without no crop top
Sign to 40 life is sweet and then we blast off
Narcotic all over my body
First thing she saw was the tommy
First thing we pop is the molly now
That lil' chick actin' naughty
She wanna fuck copy copy
But, she wanna fuck everybody
She said that I flex a lot
Now my arms lookin' to stocky
I need to go push my weight up
Me and my team we go way up
I need the cash in my hands I do not wait for the pay cut
I need the Rari like straight up
Cause me and my team we go way up
If you tryna get to the bag then you will never ever play us
Rock, rock, rockstar
Ice all on my wrist look like a foreign car
Nigga's talkin' tough gone have to see the squad
Raging
I'm just like a rockstar
Rock, rock, rockstar
Ice all on my wrist look like a foreign car
Nigga's talkin' tough gone have to see the squad
Raging
I'm just like a rockstar
Ice all on my wrist look like a foreign car
Nigga's talkin' tough gone have to see the squad
Raging
I'm just like a rockstar
Rock, rock, rockstar
Ice all on my wrist look like a foreign car
Nigga's talkin' tough gone have to see the squad
Raging
I'm just like a rockstar
Double check
She say she can't get enough
I'm up next
Most of y'all can't hang around
Labels hit my line sayin' sign the dotted line
On the way to London what I find what I find
Strips on me so don't check my line
Free smoke word to drizzy slime
Monte got the smoke and young lino made the note
My nigga's some shooters got the heat tucked on the low
Rappers talk to much jump on beat, tuck the heat then he ghost
Now we should talk about money heard a depression is coming
I'm talkin' suppressive repression where ain't no progression
For people of color you gettin' my message
I'm talkin' build up your bank account
Make sure your savings loud
Keep you a big amount
Weather you through the drought
Rock, rock, rockstar
Ice all on my wrist look like a foreign car
Nigga's talkin' tough gone have to see the squad
Raging
I'm just like a rockstar
Rock, rock, rockstar
Ice all on my wrist look like a foreign car
Nigga's talkin' tough gone have to see the squad
Raging
I'm just like a rockstar
And we ragin' I feel like a rockstar
Smokin' mary jane I feel like a rasta
And I'm speedin' down your block just like a cop car
If, if, if he talkin' sweet then he gone meet his god
I need stars all on my roof bitch fuck a drop top
Rollie in my royce this ain't no stop watch
Two lil' shorty's ride wit me without no crop top
Sign to 40 life is sweet and then we blast off
Narcotic all over my body
First thing she saw was the tommy
First thing we pop is the molly now
That lil' chick actin' naughty
She wanna fuck copy copy
But, she wanna fuck everybody
She said that I flex a lot
Now my arms lookin' to stocky
I need to go push my weight up
Me and my team we go way up
I need the cash in my hands I do not wait for the pay cut
I need the Rari like straight up
Cause me and my team we go way up
If you tryna get to the bag then you will never ever play us
Rock, rock, rockstar
Ice all on my wrist look like a foreign car
Nigga's talkin' tough gone have to see the squad
Raging
I'm just like a rockstar
Rock, rock, rockstar
Ice all on my wrist look like a foreign car
Nigga's talkin' tough gone have to see the squad
Raging
I'm just like a rockstar
Credits
Writer(s): Cameron Richardson
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