Rocket Ship
I'm a rockstar bitch
M on the beat yeah!
This is The Life of a Rockstar
In a rocket ship, I'm flying through space
I'm going so fast I thought it was a race
I'm a model bitch, like look at my face
My energy is something you can not replace
And you better know your place
Before I catch a case
This a different type of style
A different type of grace
Gotta work everyday
Persevere through the pain
And you better rock some chains
In order to obtain the way into my lane
This is all for fun, I don't do it for the fame
I have different type of skills
That's why I can't be tamed
That's why we're not the same
You're just so fucking lame
It's almost like we're doing the same thing (We're not)
But I'm just better, well does that sting?
Whenever I rap, they cheer and they sing
And when you rap they say boo you stink (Yeah!)
Your boy copy my style, he wanna be Centauri
He tryna taking notes, in my bag like Bvlgari
He researching me, typing M on safari
Don't play no games, pussy boy this not Atari
In a rocket ship, I'm flying through space
I'm going so fast I thought it was a race
I'm a model bitch, like look at my face
My energy is something you can not replace
In a rocket ship, I'm flying through space
I'm going so fast I thought it was a race
I'm a model bitch, like look at my face
My energy is something you can not replace
Niggas sneak dissing me on their twitter
On the fake instagrams, because I'm litter
How can you be so broke and so bitter?
Music ain't for you, you need to get you critter
Better keep your day job, so don't be a quitter
I'm just doing me and that's the kicker
You sipping on haterade, sip on some liquor
Maybe that'll make you feel all better bitch
How you hating and trying to take my formula?
You need to get you some green, in that blue color
Graduated 4.0 yes, I am a scholar
I'm a monster but M is for Mauler
Mauler or Mischief, yes I'm fucking crazy
Even so, I wouldn't try to ever fucking change me
They copy my style, ride me like I'm fucking wavy
Riding my wave, are they the fucking navy? (Yeah!)
In a rocket ship, I'm flying through space
I'm going so fast I thought it was a race
I'm a model bitch, like look at my face
My energy is something you can not replace
In a rocket ship, I'm flying through space
I'm going so fast I thought it was a race
I'm a model bitch, like look at my face
My energy is something you can not replace
M on the beat yeah!
This is The Life of a Rockstar
In a rocket ship, I'm flying through space
I'm going so fast I thought it was a race
I'm a model bitch, like look at my face
My energy is something you can not replace
And you better know your place
Before I catch a case
This a different type of style
A different type of grace
Gotta work everyday
Persevere through the pain
And you better rock some chains
In order to obtain the way into my lane
This is all for fun, I don't do it for the fame
I have different type of skills
That's why I can't be tamed
That's why we're not the same
You're just so fucking lame
It's almost like we're doing the same thing (We're not)
But I'm just better, well does that sting?
Whenever I rap, they cheer and they sing
And when you rap they say boo you stink (Yeah!)
Your boy copy my style, he wanna be Centauri
He tryna taking notes, in my bag like Bvlgari
He researching me, typing M on safari
Don't play no games, pussy boy this not Atari
In a rocket ship, I'm flying through space
I'm going so fast I thought it was a race
I'm a model bitch, like look at my face
My energy is something you can not replace
In a rocket ship, I'm flying through space
I'm going so fast I thought it was a race
I'm a model bitch, like look at my face
My energy is something you can not replace
Niggas sneak dissing me on their twitter
On the fake instagrams, because I'm litter
How can you be so broke and so bitter?
Music ain't for you, you need to get you critter
Better keep your day job, so don't be a quitter
I'm just doing me and that's the kicker
You sipping on haterade, sip on some liquor
Maybe that'll make you feel all better bitch
How you hating and trying to take my formula?
You need to get you some green, in that blue color
Graduated 4.0 yes, I am a scholar
I'm a monster but M is for Mauler
Mauler or Mischief, yes I'm fucking crazy
Even so, I wouldn't try to ever fucking change me
They copy my style, ride me like I'm fucking wavy
Riding my wave, are they the fucking navy? (Yeah!)
In a rocket ship, I'm flying through space
I'm going so fast I thought it was a race
I'm a model bitch, like look at my face
My energy is something you can not replace
In a rocket ship, I'm flying through space
I'm going so fast I thought it was a race
I'm a model bitch, like look at my face
My energy is something you can not replace
Credits
Writer(s): Myles Timmons
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