Rokk5tar (feat. Medusa's Xhild)

Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar
Rockstar

No off days for a boss you got to work to eat
I'm used to foreigns now I drive the vert with ease
We close to millions now we came from serving Ps
I kept the strongest dope I felt like Hercules
Hold my wrist up diamonds hitting hard as shit now they cant see
Told them we was out of here they thought that shit was make believe
Rockstar
Ima give these bitches what they paid to see
Nigga keep on talking you can die and we gone make a scene
These bitches didn't want me back when I was broke
Now I cant pull them up no they cant get a rope
Getting closer to the money now they say we look like bros
We got straps G.I. Joes
Break her back she like woah
Move a bag land it's gone
Sick as shit my brothers gone
Balling for my brothers though

Aye
Flexing on a nigga but I never took no breatine
Nappy headed nigga shoot a nigga in his beady beads
Acting bougie before I pull up now she don't want me to leave
Bust them down like watches we then had and she gonna eaty' eat
Jackie boy I'm sliming out the best they think they lit
In the field playing tag touch a nigga now he it
He a pussy in the litter trying to get off on a pit
Shake that ass for a real blood nigga pay your rent bitch
Nigga trying to play me in the streets and he gonna peep defeat
I pedal with the rock the Glock gon' Roc-a-fella no Memphis Bleek
Funny how the shit that I throw up got niggas sick of me
Nigga know you playing with a God bitch I'm an entity
Who is that
What you on
All that playing
Have you gone
I'm the one niggas rap about in the streets but nigga I ain't known
I got racks and cars and people still need me nigga I ain't on
I ain't leaving none of my niggas in the trenches nigga on my soul



Credits
Writer(s): Donald Sullivan
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