Stars In the Ceiling
Stars in the ceiling, it's a storm in the whip
Cause I gotta play a villain with this gun on my hip
Neighborhood hero, but I'm knowing that I can't slip
Tryna turn a zero into a million, now that's a flip
Mm-mm, I remember I was young, now I ain't tryna look back at it
Movin' out my hood, it was molly heads not crack addicts
Tryna solve my problems, I always been good at mathematics
Tryna work with trauma, anxiety is a bad habit
We ain't gotta struggle, tryna show my story different
We ain't aiming for a deal, let them see we independent
Livin' life behind a sentence, but I'm close, I gotta finish
Tryna tell them I was sinnin, don't regret it how I'm livin
What's the point of even livin' if you never get peace
I was raised up different, always keep a little piece
Just know I'm a bring the heat and we gon' turn it to a trap house
I got niggas on feet that credit face when they blackout
Knowin' who I am, I walk away just to save you
Knowin' how y'all be, y'all hype it up for me to flame you
You wanna see what that flame do and I ain't scared to show you
And I ain't tryna sound cocky, I'm a real deal soldier
Throwin' B's, throwin' threes, who gon' die behind this shit
Wipe his nose like he sneeze, but I'm used to hittin' licks
Call up Flem, that's my brother, if I missed then he assist
I don't know about Carlito, we been down since jhits
Tryna formulate a plan, but half of them don't understand
Ain't takin' handouts from no man, but I see they hands out once again
So what's the purpose of a plan if nobody gon' take a stand
And what's the purpose of my mans if he ain't tryna get them bands
If I invest, then I might can manifest what I'm sayin
I ain't the best, but I'm nothin' like the rest, how I'm layin
With progress, you can see a nigga next, cause I ain't playin
Now watch your step before I have a nigga step you in the land
Drop a beam, we gon' turn him into elmo for his picutr
Money schemes, put that money on his head with no issue
Mama's boy, I'm a make his mama have to grab the tissue
I got them drummers out the band, but the sounds out this pistol
AR drummin', but this ain't that robetussin', gon' heal it
Got them hollows for a nigga, leave him stankin like he shitted
Cause I gotta play a villain with this gun on my hip
Neighborhood hero, but I'm knowing that I can't slip
Tryna turn a zero into a million, now that's a flip
Mm-mm, I remember I was young, now I ain't tryna look back at it
Movin' out my hood, it was molly heads not crack addicts
Tryna solve my problems, I always been good at mathematics
Tryna work with trauma, anxiety is a bad habit
We ain't gotta struggle, tryna show my story different
We ain't aiming for a deal, let them see we independent
Livin' life behind a sentence, but I'm close, I gotta finish
Tryna tell them I was sinnin, don't regret it how I'm livin
What's the point of even livin' if you never get peace
I was raised up different, always keep a little piece
Just know I'm a bring the heat and we gon' turn it to a trap house
I got niggas on feet that credit face when they blackout
Knowin' who I am, I walk away just to save you
Knowin' how y'all be, y'all hype it up for me to flame you
You wanna see what that flame do and I ain't scared to show you
And I ain't tryna sound cocky, I'm a real deal soldier
Throwin' B's, throwin' threes, who gon' die behind this shit
Wipe his nose like he sneeze, but I'm used to hittin' licks
Call up Flem, that's my brother, if I missed then he assist
I don't know about Carlito, we been down since jhits
Tryna formulate a plan, but half of them don't understand
Ain't takin' handouts from no man, but I see they hands out once again
So what's the purpose of a plan if nobody gon' take a stand
And what's the purpose of my mans if he ain't tryna get them bands
If I invest, then I might can manifest what I'm sayin
I ain't the best, but I'm nothin' like the rest, how I'm layin
With progress, you can see a nigga next, cause I ain't playin
Now watch your step before I have a nigga step you in the land
Drop a beam, we gon' turn him into elmo for his picutr
Money schemes, put that money on his head with no issue
Mama's boy, I'm a make his mama have to grab the tissue
I got them drummers out the band, but the sounds out this pistol
AR drummin', but this ain't that robetussin', gon' heal it
Got them hollows for a nigga, leave him stankin like he shitted
Credits
Writer(s): Robert Edward Gibbs
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