Rockstar Life$Tyle
Yeah we livin' like we rockstars
How you feeling?
Used to say that we won't go far
Arko ni balera
I'm tryna light it up
I'm with my brothers yea
We tryna stack it up
I'm showing love but they tryna hate
We at the top, ain't no debate
Rockstar Life$tyle, they can't relate
They tried to block me I went thru the gate
Just want the top, just want the face
This a marathon, this ain't no race
I run it up
But they can't keep up with my pace
Been ballin' since 2016
Smoking cookies ya i'm drinking lean
Guapo El Chapo, we livin like Narcos
Texas ma zip code, I move with my team
Diamonds keep flashing ya we blowing steam
Gang sabai wild, we get the cream
Herna yo Life$tyle we living the dream
MoodNepal and we rocking Supreme]
MoodNepal ani chatti ma Preme'
Ma tandaichu ganja no popping no bean
DJ on that beat, I'm spittin' that aago
Hundreds cha blue, aakha chai rato
I'm so sick, achoo
Ganja chaiyo, gotchu
Mero khutta tanne haru sodh
afulai ko ho you?
I'm showing love but they tryna hate
We at the top, ain't no debate
Rockstar Life$tyle, they can't relate
They tried to block me I went thru the gate
Just want the top, just want the face
This a marathon, this ain't no race
I run it up
But they can't keep up with my pace
Switching lanes on a Interstate
Speaking facts, so you cannot debate
Shorty she bad though I won't catch the bait
Smoking Ganja that's how I levitate
Lucid Dreaming I be up on my Element
Why she always questioning me like Letterman
Mess with the gang bet you gon' catch a flame
Pray to the lord, to get me a Wraith
I'm coming up
Shoot for the moon and I aim for the stars
Look at the diamonds they shine in the dark
Switching the lane like it's Mario Cart
Designer too legit smoking this Cannabis
Peep all the VVS dancing like Ludacris
Cooking up getting lit mix up a little bit
Fuck all these haters and fuck all these hypocrites
I'm showing love but they tryna hate
We at the top, ain't no debate
Rockstar Life$tyle, they can't relate
They tried to block me I went thru the gate
Just want the top, just want the face
This a marathon, this ain't no race
I run it up
But they can't keep up with my pace
How you feeling?
Used to say that we won't go far
Arko ni balera
I'm tryna light it up
I'm with my brothers yea
We tryna stack it up
I'm showing love but they tryna hate
We at the top, ain't no debate
Rockstar Life$tyle, they can't relate
They tried to block me I went thru the gate
Just want the top, just want the face
This a marathon, this ain't no race
I run it up
But they can't keep up with my pace
Been ballin' since 2016
Smoking cookies ya i'm drinking lean
Guapo El Chapo, we livin like Narcos
Texas ma zip code, I move with my team
Diamonds keep flashing ya we blowing steam
Gang sabai wild, we get the cream
Herna yo Life$tyle we living the dream
MoodNepal and we rocking Supreme]
MoodNepal ani chatti ma Preme'
Ma tandaichu ganja no popping no bean
DJ on that beat, I'm spittin' that aago
Hundreds cha blue, aakha chai rato
I'm so sick, achoo
Ganja chaiyo, gotchu
Mero khutta tanne haru sodh
afulai ko ho you?
I'm showing love but they tryna hate
We at the top, ain't no debate
Rockstar Life$tyle, they can't relate
They tried to block me I went thru the gate
Just want the top, just want the face
This a marathon, this ain't no race
I run it up
But they can't keep up with my pace
Switching lanes on a Interstate
Speaking facts, so you cannot debate
Shorty she bad though I won't catch the bait
Smoking Ganja that's how I levitate
Lucid Dreaming I be up on my Element
Why she always questioning me like Letterman
Mess with the gang bet you gon' catch a flame
Pray to the lord, to get me a Wraith
I'm coming up
Shoot for the moon and I aim for the stars
Look at the diamonds they shine in the dark
Switching the lane like it's Mario Cart
Designer too legit smoking this Cannabis
Peep all the VVS dancing like Ludacris
Cooking up getting lit mix up a little bit
Fuck all these haters and fuck all these hypocrites
I'm showing love but they tryna hate
We at the top, ain't no debate
Rockstar Life$tyle, they can't relate
They tried to block me I went thru the gate
Just want the top, just want the face
This a marathon, this ain't no race
I run it up
But they can't keep up with my pace
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Writer(s): Baba Guapo
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