Star Child
I ain't got no problems, I got money on my mind
I'm talking to God, He told me I'm one of a kind
I'm a real star child, swear that I'ma let it shine
Every day I wake up, brush my teeth and get up on my grind
Told Rich Money one more time, I swear to God that that's my slime
Every time we link up in the booth, that shit we make divine
And I'm praying for my niggas, with they noses in the crime
And I'm praying for my niggas with them jobs that they don't like
And I know it fucking sucks when you feel like you wasting time
Shit, that's why we get high, you never know when you gon' die
Dust yourself off, pussy nigga, ain't no time to cry
Yeah, I jumped right off the porch and tried my best to fucking fly
Yeah, when I'm dead and gone, they gon' know a nigga tried
Ayy, pedal to the metal when I put this bitch in drive
Ooh, these niggas too scary, they can't even fucking ride
Uh, rolling coast to floor, I'm doing backflip side to side
I ain't got no problems, I got money on my mind
I'm talking to God, He told me I'm one of a kind
I'm a real star child, swear that I'ma let it shine
Every day I wake up, brush my teeth and get up on my grind
Told Rich Money one more time, I swear to God that that's my slime
Every time we link up in the booth, that shit we make divine
And I'm praying for my niggas, with they noses in the crime
And I'm praying for my niggas with them jobs that they don't like
I'm talking to God, He told me I'm one of a kind
I'm a real star child, swear that I'ma let it shine
Every day I wake up, brush my teeth and get up on my grind
Told Rich Money one more time, I swear to God that that's my slime
Every time we link up in the booth, that shit we make divine
And I'm praying for my niggas, with they noses in the crime
And I'm praying for my niggas with them jobs that they don't like
And I know it fucking sucks when you feel like you wasting time
Shit, that's why we get high, you never know when you gon' die
Dust yourself off, pussy nigga, ain't no time to cry
Yeah, I jumped right off the porch and tried my best to fucking fly
Yeah, when I'm dead and gone, they gon' know a nigga tried
Ayy, pedal to the metal when I put this bitch in drive
Ooh, these niggas too scary, they can't even fucking ride
Uh, rolling coast to floor, I'm doing backflip side to side
I ain't got no problems, I got money on my mind
I'm talking to God, He told me I'm one of a kind
I'm a real star child, swear that I'ma let it shine
Every day I wake up, brush my teeth and get up on my grind
Told Rich Money one more time, I swear to God that that's my slime
Every time we link up in the booth, that shit we make divine
And I'm praying for my niggas, with they noses in the crime
And I'm praying for my niggas with them jobs that they don't like
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Garcia
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