Rock$tar (feat. O. Dog)

(Gang)
(So you wanna be a Rock-)
(So you wanna be a Rockstar)

Yeah, like go little Rockstar
So you wanna be a Rockstar
Remember back posted on the block, getting bucks like a block star
Faded I'm sippin' on Wockhardt
Poppin' ya bitch like a Pop Tart
P-Poppin' ya bitch like a (Uh!)
Said, "Do you love me?," so I dropped her
Only love me cause a nigga got drip, I'm fly like a helicopter
Beating it up like a monster
Yeah I be beating it up
Up in the booth and I'm heating it up, the grip
Nigga I'm keeping it tucked, Act up, nigga we leaving you stuck
Smoking on gas, steady with gang, niggas rollin' up the Runtz
Leaving my bitches in the past, new groupies yeah I gotta rump
Nigga cross me go pray, monk
Her shit fat I spray, dump
Ran down on her said wassup,
Want me cause I play the drums, (Ugh!)

Like go little Rockstar
Yeah, nigga you a Blockstar
And I'm gon' keep going,
Mama said I'm going far
I'm just tryna make some records
Stack some bread drive foreign cars, Yeah

Like go little Rockstar
Nigga you a Blockstar

(Nigga really used to be posted on the block)
(Nineteen!)
(Really used to give 30, that's every game, no cap)
(Get right, ugh!)

Everyday I'm hearing beats, that shit be stuck up in my head a lot
I like to hide the fact I'm getting bread a lot
Cause bitches they be sneaky talking sexy tryna get up in my bed a lot
The flags that they be showing they be red a lot
And though these hoes is crazy, niggas shiesty too be coming for your head lot
Can never really tell if they your friend or not
I would've liked a warning 'fore these niggas went and dropped melting pot
It's nights I used to struggle for a meal
Sleeping with them roaches Z's for dinner shit was real
The ramen for a dollar spicy noodles was a steal
Niggas trippin' bout some money, for some Jordan's getting killed
How he sayin he a player, he ain't even on the field
Wait a second raise my hand I said professor could you answer this,
I really give a fuck about this rapping shit,
Supply chain and logistics is my major swear that I don't know half of it
And everybody cheating that's the average
But If I got my major could you guarantee that maybe this could happen which
Mostly I'd prefer cuz I chase after it
I could live my dreams of stepping stages stacking money on some rappin' shit
Cause really I give less a fuck bout trappin' shit
Tend to live my life without a worry I be winning shit on accident
I'm guessing when you chosen this be happening
You thought all the talent disappeared but now you seeing that we back again,
They happy the young niggas can rap again

Nigga



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Writer(s): Chancellor Asamoah
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