Superstar
If I told you I was down would you believe me
Young nigga he just wanna be on tv
Fuck the opps I'm getting money do you see me
Even if you stung you couldn't be me
Cant get caught up in that cell yelling free me
money stretch out long ways like I'm peewee
Now can I ask you do you love me just like KiKi
This the life of a Superstar in 3D
This shit in 3D
Everything became different when they killed my brother
Wasnt related but it's like we had the same mother
How the the fuck ima find love when people show they color
I wanted you but you was tripping like I wanted others
But you already know
Rolling and flipping the dope
Riding around with my bros
Pouring up 4's
I get that shit for the low
We gotta get that shit gone
I'm hot like a stove
We got this shit in control
She riding that dick like a pro
I'm finnuh blow
Popping these tags like a toe
So much ice on my wrist its like snow
My heart cold
A nigga hurting so bad that I can barely eem' breath
My neck froze, so much ice around my shit feel like its 30 degrees
How does it feel
Keeping it real
Having everything you could ever imagine
And I keep my steel
In these streets You get killed
But I'm a thug nigga I love this shit with a passion
If I told you I was down would you believe me
Young nigga he just wanna be on tv
Fuck the opps I'm getting money do you see me
Even if you stung you couldn't be me
Cant get caught up in that cell yelling free me
money stretch out long ways like I'm peewee
Now can I ask you do you love me just like KiKi
This the life of a Superstar in 3D
This shit in 3D
Lord please help me, separate the real from the mother
fucking fake
And naw Ian worried no no no no, cause ima let these bitches have it with this mother fucking drake
Smoking earth like a quake
We clean it up like a rake
You can give a nigga food I bet he still watch yo plate
All I know get that cake
Either You give or you take
Help a nigga down bad that nigga still gon hate
Had to put her on my block list like Giannis
Ima make these niggas feel me, I promise
I be wrapped around her head just like a bonnet
Speaking down gon make me crash out like a comet
I'm walking by my lonely through the rain
Steady clutching heart bleeding filled with pain
Rip my brudda Kenny, I'm going insane
Through everything ima make sure that these niggas know your name
If I told you I was down would you believe me
Young nigga he just wanna be on tv
Fuck the opps I'm getting money do you see me
Even if you stung you couldn't be me
(Yeah that shit hard)
Young nigga he just wanna be on tv
Fuck the opps I'm getting money do you see me
Even if you stung you couldn't be me
Cant get caught up in that cell yelling free me
money stretch out long ways like I'm peewee
Now can I ask you do you love me just like KiKi
This the life of a Superstar in 3D
This shit in 3D
Everything became different when they killed my brother
Wasnt related but it's like we had the same mother
How the the fuck ima find love when people show they color
I wanted you but you was tripping like I wanted others
But you already know
Rolling and flipping the dope
Riding around with my bros
Pouring up 4's
I get that shit for the low
We gotta get that shit gone
I'm hot like a stove
We got this shit in control
She riding that dick like a pro
I'm finnuh blow
Popping these tags like a toe
So much ice on my wrist its like snow
My heart cold
A nigga hurting so bad that I can barely eem' breath
My neck froze, so much ice around my shit feel like its 30 degrees
How does it feel
Keeping it real
Having everything you could ever imagine
And I keep my steel
In these streets You get killed
But I'm a thug nigga I love this shit with a passion
If I told you I was down would you believe me
Young nigga he just wanna be on tv
Fuck the opps I'm getting money do you see me
Even if you stung you couldn't be me
Cant get caught up in that cell yelling free me
money stretch out long ways like I'm peewee
Now can I ask you do you love me just like KiKi
This the life of a Superstar in 3D
This shit in 3D
Lord please help me, separate the real from the mother
fucking fake
And naw Ian worried no no no no, cause ima let these bitches have it with this mother fucking drake
Smoking earth like a quake
We clean it up like a rake
You can give a nigga food I bet he still watch yo plate
All I know get that cake
Either You give or you take
Help a nigga down bad that nigga still gon hate
Had to put her on my block list like Giannis
Ima make these niggas feel me, I promise
I be wrapped around her head just like a bonnet
Speaking down gon make me crash out like a comet
I'm walking by my lonely through the rain
Steady clutching heart bleeding filled with pain
Rip my brudda Kenny, I'm going insane
Through everything ima make sure that these niggas know your name
If I told you I was down would you believe me
Young nigga he just wanna be on tv
Fuck the opps I'm getting money do you see me
Even if you stung you couldn't be me
(Yeah that shit hard)
Credits
Writer(s): Jacquann Henderson
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