ROCKSTAR
Working, working, tryna build my fandom
Aint my brother treat these niggas like randoms
Grandma baby believe in your grandson
When i done made it niggas gon' hate that I won
Rockstar lifestyle
We too lit we can't turn down
I need my money like right now
Got the crowd going so wild
I'm in my groove
All twenty-twenty-two
My year
I just told my brother this a high year
I been out here, out working all my piers
It's like nobody care
Wiping off all of my tears
Facing all of my fears
Ice on my neck, got a glare
Walk in these bitches, gon' stare
A nigga like me it be rare
Most of these niggas be square
I don't think another nigga compare
This party jumping like this bitch in the air
Take a bitch, bring her back to the lair
Pass it to my bro, you know I'ma share
Kobo you ain't playing fair
Just to tell the truth, I feel like this my year
I can get shit busting that shit anywhere
If you want war, I declare
If you a opp aint no spare
All I wanna be is a rockstar
I just need the keys to a fast car
I tell my family I'ma live large
I'ma live large
Rockstar lifestyle
We too lit we can't turn down
I need my money like right now
Got the crowd going so wild
I'm in my groove
All twenty-twenty-two
My year
I just told my brother this a high year
I been out here, out working all my piers
It's like nobody care
Wiping off all of my tears
Facing all of my fears
Aint my brother treat these niggas like randoms
Grandma baby believe in your grandson
When i done made it niggas gon' hate that I won
Rockstar lifestyle
We too lit we can't turn down
I need my money like right now
Got the crowd going so wild
I'm in my groove
All twenty-twenty-two
My year
I just told my brother this a high year
I been out here, out working all my piers
It's like nobody care
Wiping off all of my tears
Facing all of my fears
Ice on my neck, got a glare
Walk in these bitches, gon' stare
A nigga like me it be rare
Most of these niggas be square
I don't think another nigga compare
This party jumping like this bitch in the air
Take a bitch, bring her back to the lair
Pass it to my bro, you know I'ma share
Kobo you ain't playing fair
Just to tell the truth, I feel like this my year
I can get shit busting that shit anywhere
If you want war, I declare
If you a opp aint no spare
All I wanna be is a rockstar
I just need the keys to a fast car
I tell my family I'ma live large
I'ma live large
Rockstar lifestyle
We too lit we can't turn down
I need my money like right now
Got the crowd going so wild
I'm in my groove
All twenty-twenty-two
My year
I just told my brother this a high year
I been out here, out working all my piers
It's like nobody care
Wiping off all of my tears
Facing all of my fears
Credits
Writer(s): Jacobas Mcbride
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