On a Star
Tinted Glass blowing out the indo
Drugs fucking up my mental
Vibing to the instrumental
Tinted Glass blowing out the indo
Drugs fucking up my mental
Vibing to the instrumental
Tinted Glass blowing out the indo
Drugs fucking up my mental
Vibing to the instrumental
Waited on my time, I had that tick tock
Now they waiting on that time I let my shit drop
Boy my future looking shiny like that rollie wristwatch
Never thought a nigga make it from that bus stop
Said in 2019, I ain't fucking with beef
Cuz I'm a man on this mission getting to the chicken
My mind is telling me yes
And the body telling me no
But either way a young nigga finna go
A young nigga finna show out
Always rep the set, it don't matter if I go out
Got haters upset, I'm the one they make they show bout
See my road ahead, no sweat, nigga no doubt
Ballin' in the mix, full-court, and yo girl scout
Getting to the cookie
Please don't treat me like a rookie shordy
Stay in your lanez, all that say it shit ain't mandatory
I get a Dede then I bring her to my laboratory
Making classic bangers, please don't put me in their category
Call me a beast in his prime
Show the ones who slept on me that's it's really bedtime
I ain't playing with a bitch nigga getting outta line
If he don't want it fine
Trust that ima get mine
In the long run
Shit a marathon so I just begun
Grind so hard that I'm the first to see the sun
On the next day
I'm finna find my own way
So all you hating ass niggas can get the fuck up out my face
Bitch
Shooting for the stars like that ceiling on the wraith
Finna make my family straight I don't care what it takes
Tryna upgrade from them noodles to that steak
So my ties finna break with some niggas they be fake
Nah I ain't a shooter, live a block from the slums
But the goal would be the same even if a nigga was
Little girls dying, got they mommas out here crying
If I said that I ain't tryna make a difference I'd be lying
Ima preach to my young niggas
Know some of em drug dealers
But they could end up six feet under or with six figures
Gotta play it smart
And this coming from the heart
Remember when we all said we finna make it when we started nigga
Free all of my young bulls
Locked up in them cages
For all my niggas dead and gone
Hoped on this beat, and blazed it
Salute a nigga when he here
A nigga tryna hear that goat talk right now
Not in a couple years
Cuz I've been grinding for some time now
This my third year at it
I'm still working though
Tinted glass, blowing out the indo
Drugs fucking up my mental
Vibing to the instrumental
Back on my ship
Taking off
I just learn my lessons, I ain't never take a loss
Saving up my money pay the cost to be the boss
Working in between, momma told me how to floss
Imma real nigga
Bars like saliva, I'm a heavy spitta
Bars like I'm Michael, I be making thrillers
And just because a nigga ain't a killer, I be killing beats
So I stand corrected, I'm the beat killer
Acting like ops, tryna hold me down
But be the same niggas saying that they wouldn't make a sound
When the feds come knocking
But you be giving shoutouts once them niggas give you options
Nigga you need to stop it
I ain't saying that it's wrong
Just don't preach the stuff you wouldn't do
Based on what you hear in songs
Niggas lives are different
They put in a song to make you turn up
I'm rapping cuz I want you to listen
Tryna tell the world that nobody's voice is bigger than mine
Nobody's voice is smaller, but know I'm one of a kind
And if you know it too and believe it then you gone find
That people say they see what you saying, but they be blind
I'm just tryna give my dreams that deserved win
Even considering the skin that I'm in
But people like to talk shit
So I talk my shit back
I ain't tryna hear none of that
Hating on me
But
Most of you bitches barely 8 out 10
I keep it real, I rarely do fake pretend
If they a snake, just know that they ain't my friend
If they left at the start, they ain't gone see the end
Stacking my bread, cuz I got money to spend
I knew I'd set it off when I copped the paper and pen
Ain't like them other guys
My niggas see me grind, now my town impressed dough
Wa la, ta da
Just gave my city a save
City full of rappers, but still starting a wave
Haters thought I gave up, I did it to em again
Three years at it, but I ain't even begin
Girls hear this verse, they gonna go tell they friends
Guys hear my rhymes, now at the end of the day
The radio pressing play
The stadium pressing play
And on my way to the top, I ain't caring bout what they say
Gang
Drugs fucking up my mental
Vibing to the instrumental
Tinted Glass blowing out the indo
Drugs fucking up my mental
Vibing to the instrumental
Tinted Glass blowing out the indo
Drugs fucking up my mental
Vibing to the instrumental
Waited on my time, I had that tick tock
Now they waiting on that time I let my shit drop
Boy my future looking shiny like that rollie wristwatch
Never thought a nigga make it from that bus stop
Said in 2019, I ain't fucking with beef
Cuz I'm a man on this mission getting to the chicken
My mind is telling me yes
And the body telling me no
But either way a young nigga finna go
A young nigga finna show out
Always rep the set, it don't matter if I go out
Got haters upset, I'm the one they make they show bout
See my road ahead, no sweat, nigga no doubt
Ballin' in the mix, full-court, and yo girl scout
Getting to the cookie
Please don't treat me like a rookie shordy
Stay in your lanez, all that say it shit ain't mandatory
I get a Dede then I bring her to my laboratory
Making classic bangers, please don't put me in their category
Call me a beast in his prime
Show the ones who slept on me that's it's really bedtime
I ain't playing with a bitch nigga getting outta line
If he don't want it fine
Trust that ima get mine
In the long run
Shit a marathon so I just begun
Grind so hard that I'm the first to see the sun
On the next day
I'm finna find my own way
So all you hating ass niggas can get the fuck up out my face
Bitch
Shooting for the stars like that ceiling on the wraith
Finna make my family straight I don't care what it takes
Tryna upgrade from them noodles to that steak
So my ties finna break with some niggas they be fake
Nah I ain't a shooter, live a block from the slums
But the goal would be the same even if a nigga was
Little girls dying, got they mommas out here crying
If I said that I ain't tryna make a difference I'd be lying
Ima preach to my young niggas
Know some of em drug dealers
But they could end up six feet under or with six figures
Gotta play it smart
And this coming from the heart
Remember when we all said we finna make it when we started nigga
Free all of my young bulls
Locked up in them cages
For all my niggas dead and gone
Hoped on this beat, and blazed it
Salute a nigga when he here
A nigga tryna hear that goat talk right now
Not in a couple years
Cuz I've been grinding for some time now
This my third year at it
I'm still working though
Tinted glass, blowing out the indo
Drugs fucking up my mental
Vibing to the instrumental
Back on my ship
Taking off
I just learn my lessons, I ain't never take a loss
Saving up my money pay the cost to be the boss
Working in between, momma told me how to floss
Imma real nigga
Bars like saliva, I'm a heavy spitta
Bars like I'm Michael, I be making thrillers
And just because a nigga ain't a killer, I be killing beats
So I stand corrected, I'm the beat killer
Acting like ops, tryna hold me down
But be the same niggas saying that they wouldn't make a sound
When the feds come knocking
But you be giving shoutouts once them niggas give you options
Nigga you need to stop it
I ain't saying that it's wrong
Just don't preach the stuff you wouldn't do
Based on what you hear in songs
Niggas lives are different
They put in a song to make you turn up
I'm rapping cuz I want you to listen
Tryna tell the world that nobody's voice is bigger than mine
Nobody's voice is smaller, but know I'm one of a kind
And if you know it too and believe it then you gone find
That people say they see what you saying, but they be blind
I'm just tryna give my dreams that deserved win
Even considering the skin that I'm in
But people like to talk shit
So I talk my shit back
I ain't tryna hear none of that
Hating on me
But
Most of you bitches barely 8 out 10
I keep it real, I rarely do fake pretend
If they a snake, just know that they ain't my friend
If they left at the start, they ain't gone see the end
Stacking my bread, cuz I got money to spend
I knew I'd set it off when I copped the paper and pen
Ain't like them other guys
My niggas see me grind, now my town impressed dough
Wa la, ta da
Just gave my city a save
City full of rappers, but still starting a wave
Haters thought I gave up, I did it to em again
Three years at it, but I ain't even begin
Girls hear this verse, they gonna go tell they friends
Guys hear my rhymes, now at the end of the day
The radio pressing play
The stadium pressing play
And on my way to the top, I ain't caring bout what they say
Gang
Credits
Writer(s): Francis Moore
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