Rockstar Thrills (Demo)

They be hating now, that made me go harder
i got failing grades, still i'm feeling smarter
i know life is hard, word to Mr. Carter
but i'm going harder, but i'm going harder
Going dumb, going dumb
Not a joke, not a pun
Killing beats off the top, i don't need a fucking gun
I don't need a fucking pen, i'm a wizard with this shit
Have a blizzard in this bitch
Yeah, from the way i drip

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit
I just got a pack of dutch's, i've been smoking out the zip
This shit ain't up for discussion, nah i ain't with the lip
Hold on, talking shit cause'
Most these hoes be trifling, my ex said she'd die for me
Now she don't want talk to me, i guess that she lied to me
But it's alright, i've been though that a few times
And i ain't tryna wipe my wrongs, i dun told a few lies
Young rockstar in the goddam making
Took a blue pill now i'm walking in the matrix
Really really real, nah, i ain't never faking
Right now i'm just chasing thrills, waiting for the record deal
I love oxycontin, i love bad bitches
I love being me, even 'round my savages
Ain't no jesus piece, i ain't with all that business
See, i'm just being me, now you prolly mad with it
Bitch stay mad, ima still kill it
Fuck about some trap drums, ima still drill it
We ain't really that young but we still children
Tryna stack the millions, watch atop the building
You can tell when i rap like this how this, this shit so easy to me
I ain't write a word, still this shit a fucking breeze
Give me a couple years, they'll be paying me to sneeze
Oh my god, but right now they just gotta sleep

I mean honestly
This shit over, give 'em no closure



Credits
Writer(s): John Miley
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