Rockstar (Solo Version)
Just hit a million and I got nothin' to show for it (show for it)
I bought a whip from the rapping no capping but
Promise you I cannot chauffeur it (chauffeur it)
Drip in the closet but I ain't gone floss it
Yeah they not gone put me in vogue for it (nah)
Used to imagine these things till they happened but
I had to kick down the door for it, (fo' sho')
I get so petty and negative, I need a show for it
I gave a company cheese and they called me a goat for it (goat)
Hopped over borders and travelled the waters
I really ain't got me a boat for it (ay, ay)
Just float for it (float)
I wanted the fame and the fabulous things
Just don't wanna dick in my throat for it, (ay, ay, ay, ay), jeez
You think I'm really a rockstar, like living a movie, bitch
I live inside of a condo, I never been cool G
I took a rip of the bongo, make a new song, go crash in the coochie
Had to go get her some tampons
If yo man ain't doin that shit, he pussy (low bar)
I'm goin flats on fried chicken
I put the tags on my missus
Maybe I fail, taking a L
Feel like this whole game just glitching
Shit, you must be trippin' cause'
We ain't that different
Nah, we ain't that different, yeah
We ain't that different, yeah
I beat depression, used to overthink my mission, yeah
Went back to rapping first with packing verses
Naturally I'm magic at it, that's a passive purpose
Packed my bags in search of cash and homie that shit working
Just hit a million, don't give fuck bout opinions
I ain't from nowhere, don't owe no one nothing
Fuck putting the city on
I put my food on table, I'll do it till I'm turning 50
I'm Nathan Fillion
Don't feel pity on me, no rookie I'm killing 'em
I built the castle that my family is living on
Don't get it twisted, yea
You think I'm really a rockstar, like living a movie, bitch
I live inside of a condo, I never been cool G
I took a rip of the bongo, make a new song, go crash in the coochie
Had to go get her some tampons
If yo man ain't doin that shit, he pussy (low bar)
I'm goin flats on fried chicken
I put the tags on my missus
Maybe I fail, taking a L
Feel like this whole game just glitching
Shit, you must be trippin' cause'
We ain't that different
Nah, we ain't that different, yeah
I bought a whip from the rapping no capping but
Promise you I cannot chauffeur it (chauffeur it)
Drip in the closet but I ain't gone floss it
Yeah they not gone put me in vogue for it (nah)
Used to imagine these things till they happened but
I had to kick down the door for it, (fo' sho')
I get so petty and negative, I need a show for it
I gave a company cheese and they called me a goat for it (goat)
Hopped over borders and travelled the waters
I really ain't got me a boat for it (ay, ay)
Just float for it (float)
I wanted the fame and the fabulous things
Just don't wanna dick in my throat for it, (ay, ay, ay, ay), jeez
You think I'm really a rockstar, like living a movie, bitch
I live inside of a condo, I never been cool G
I took a rip of the bongo, make a new song, go crash in the coochie
Had to go get her some tampons
If yo man ain't doin that shit, he pussy (low bar)
I'm goin flats on fried chicken
I put the tags on my missus
Maybe I fail, taking a L
Feel like this whole game just glitching
Shit, you must be trippin' cause'
We ain't that different
Nah, we ain't that different, yeah
We ain't that different, yeah
I beat depression, used to overthink my mission, yeah
Went back to rapping first with packing verses
Naturally I'm magic at it, that's a passive purpose
Packed my bags in search of cash and homie that shit working
Just hit a million, don't give fuck bout opinions
I ain't from nowhere, don't owe no one nothing
Fuck putting the city on
I put my food on table, I'll do it till I'm turning 50
I'm Nathan Fillion
Don't feel pity on me, no rookie I'm killing 'em
I built the castle that my family is living on
Don't get it twisted, yea
You think I'm really a rockstar, like living a movie, bitch
I live inside of a condo, I never been cool G
I took a rip of the bongo, make a new song, go crash in the coochie
Had to go get her some tampons
If yo man ain't doin that shit, he pussy (low bar)
I'm goin flats on fried chicken
I put the tags on my missus
Maybe I fail, taking a L
Feel like this whole game just glitching
Shit, you must be trippin' cause'
We ain't that different
Nah, we ain't that different, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Austin Marc Sardoni, Abhi Vaidehi
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