Stars
Real shit tho, can't lack so I stay with my pistol
Niggas switch up, I ain't tryna get close
Moving lame y'all boys ain't official
Matter-fact y'all really artificial
No refs tech blowing like a whistle
Ten toes on what I stand ain't gotta tip toe
Hot summers niggas still hadda move snow
You don't get it, Not at all
Down on em digits, Was jus tryna ball
Bad little bitch I met her at the mall
Need me whenever I'll pull up just call
Thought they was with me turned out they was fraud
She held me down when I ain't have a car
Was walking now I'm going far
Know imma shine bright so I tatted some stars
Flooded my charms
Pop out these bitches gone swarm
Weren't looking my way before
Ran up the score
Now I'm the one they adore
Designer I couldn't afford
Bands in my pockets when I hit the store
Don't start no problems send you to the morgue
Count up the guala when I'm feeling bored
When I didn't have it they used to ignore
Feel like I don't need nobody
Went through some hard times did it all on my lonely
Moving lowkey cuz these niggas be police
Tryna watch all of my movies like a Rollie
Never did nun for the fame or the glory
Just wanna make it out end of the story
Fly as fuck off of moving these birdies
Gun in reach for the ones who wan murk me
And it's gone be a homicide
If a nigga wanna try
So much I had sacrificed
Jus trying to live my life
Man of the house I went and put food on the table
Gotta make up for times when my momma wasn't able
All of this envy I gotta move militant
Feel like Cena can't see me in this tinted whip
Direct with the plug ain't no middleman
Hate to see you win you know that it's killing em
Put my life on the line for them dividends
And I started with one but I tripled it
They gone talk down but it all be lip
Imma take off to the top like a rocket ship
Real shit tho, can't lack so I stay with my pistol
Niggas switch up, I ain't tryna get close
Moving lame y'all boys ain't official
Matter-fact y'all really artificial
No refs tech blowing like a whistle
Ten toes on what I stand ain't gotta tip toe
Hot summers niggas still hadda move snow
You don't get it, Not at all
Down on em digits, Was jus tryna ball
Bad little bitch I met her at the mall
Need me whenever I'll pull up just call
Thought they was with me turned out they was fraud
She held me down when I ain't have a car
Was walking now I'm going far
Know imma shine bright so I tatted some stars
Niggas switch up, I ain't tryna get close
Moving lame y'all boys ain't official
Matter-fact y'all really artificial
No refs tech blowing like a whistle
Ten toes on what I stand ain't gotta tip toe
Hot summers niggas still hadda move snow
You don't get it, Not at all
Down on em digits, Was jus tryna ball
Bad little bitch I met her at the mall
Need me whenever I'll pull up just call
Thought they was with me turned out they was fraud
She held me down when I ain't have a car
Was walking now I'm going far
Know imma shine bright so I tatted some stars
Flooded my charms
Pop out these bitches gone swarm
Weren't looking my way before
Ran up the score
Now I'm the one they adore
Designer I couldn't afford
Bands in my pockets when I hit the store
Don't start no problems send you to the morgue
Count up the guala when I'm feeling bored
When I didn't have it they used to ignore
Feel like I don't need nobody
Went through some hard times did it all on my lonely
Moving lowkey cuz these niggas be police
Tryna watch all of my movies like a Rollie
Never did nun for the fame or the glory
Just wanna make it out end of the story
Fly as fuck off of moving these birdies
Gun in reach for the ones who wan murk me
And it's gone be a homicide
If a nigga wanna try
So much I had sacrificed
Jus trying to live my life
Man of the house I went and put food on the table
Gotta make up for times when my momma wasn't able
All of this envy I gotta move militant
Feel like Cena can't see me in this tinted whip
Direct with the plug ain't no middleman
Hate to see you win you know that it's killing em
Put my life on the line for them dividends
And I started with one but I tripled it
They gone talk down but it all be lip
Imma take off to the top like a rocket ship
Real shit tho, can't lack so I stay with my pistol
Niggas switch up, I ain't tryna get close
Moving lame y'all boys ain't official
Matter-fact y'all really artificial
No refs tech blowing like a whistle
Ten toes on what I stand ain't gotta tip toe
Hot summers niggas still hadda move snow
You don't get it, Not at all
Down on em digits, Was jus tryna ball
Bad little bitch I met her at the mall
Need me whenever I'll pull up just call
Thought they was with me turned out they was fraud
She held me down when I ain't have a car
Was walking now I'm going far
Know imma shine bright so I tatted some stars
Credits
Writer(s): Solomon Nwachukwu
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