Rap Star

This the life of a rap star
The life of a rap star
Full of bad bitches fast cars
Feeling like it's nascar
But you riding with a bad broad
And she down to pull a mask off
Down to blow your back off
This the life of a rap star
Full of bad bitches fast cars
Feeling like it's nascar
But you riding with a bad broad
And she down to pull a mask off
Down to blow your back off

Hold up, hold up
Let me get my sack off
I've been smoking with a bad cough
If you bleed I add salt
Turn this bitch into an assault
Have your body buried in asphalt
Goddamn
My nigga Dee got shit on the go
Bruh we really past the test really honor roll
Man
That's why we keep winning nigga on a roll
Boy my nigga take your life and then I pond the soul
Whoa
Lifestyle, lifestyle
Wipe down, wipe down
Right now, right now
Pipe up, pipe down
Right now, right now
Lifestyle, lifestyle
Wipe down, wipe down
Right now, right now
Pipe up, pipe down
Right now, right now

This the life of a rap star
The life of a rap star
Full of bad bitches fast cars
Feeling like it's nascar
But you riding with a bad broad
And she down to pull a mask off
Down to blow your back off
This the life of a rap star
Full of bad bitches fast cars
Feeling like it's nascar
But you riding with a bad broad
And she down to pull a mask off
Down to blow your back off

Lifestyle, lifestyle
New grill bright smile
She stepped the snow when it fell on my white tile
Mama used to tell me that I might be Christ child
But if I got to hell at least send me iced out
The feds want me wiped out
My homeboys piped out
Praying for Fredo cause I heard he two stikes our
This is for my niggas paranoid when the lights out
So if we go to hell at least send us iced out

Rap star
The life of a rap star
Full of bad bitches fast cars
Feeling like it's nascar
But you riding with a bad broad
And she down to pull a mask off
Down to blow your back off
This the life of a rap star
Full of bad bitches fast cars
Feeling like it's nascar



Credits
Writer(s): Shakim Pratt
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