POPSTAR
I'm a popstar
Yuh, aye, yeah I'm breaking bread like Iftar
Yuh, aye, Allah he got me this far
Aye, and I'm tryna find out what my sins are (yeah)
Yeah, and we smoking hookahs fuck the cigars (cigars, aye)
Flew out to paradise blowing these dinars (paradise)
And I'm rocking Rickys not no G-Stars (yeah)
Told that girl that I can never see her (see her)
And in my city I'm a popstar (star, yeah)
I'm the one, you know I'm chosen (yeah)
And like all you bitches is hopeless (yeah)
I keep running it up I get more rich (yeah)
I can't fuck with him he a whole snitch (yeah)
I get higher than God I'm soaring (yeah)
His ho came to me 'cause he boring (with)
All this fye don't need security (yeah)
All these lines you know I'm pouring yeah
Yeah, yeah
Know I'm pouring
Yeah you know I'm pouring
I got more rich yeah you know I got more rich
Know I'm more rich, you know I got more rich (yeah)
I wear Wockstar, inner city glock star (wocks, glocks)
Run the fades, yeah I put his ass on Worldstar (fades, Worldstar)
And I'm going supernova like a dying star (supernova, dying star)
And I'm living everyday like I'm 'bout die tomorrow (die tomorrow)
Pink whip, feel like Uzi Vert, pink diamond Audemars
Feel like Elon Musk in a spaceship I'm boutta head to Mars
Brown boy made it big, feel like Bose and M. Night Shyamalan
Ask me why I'm fasting and I tell that boy it's Ramadan
Yuh, aye, yeah I'm breaking bread like Iftar
Yuh, aye, Allah he got me this far
Aye, and I'm tryna find out what my sins are (yeah)
Yeah, and we smoking hookahs fuck the cigars (fuck 'em)
Flew out to paradise blowing these dinars
And I'm rocking Rickys not no G-Stars (yeah)
Told that girl that I can never see her (yeah)
And in my city I'm a popstar (star, yeah)
Popstar (popstar)
Popstar (popstar)
And in my city I'm a popstar
Popstar (popstar)
Popstar (popstar)
And in my city I'm a popstar
Yuh, aye, yeah I'm breaking bread like Iftar
Yuh, aye, Allah he got me this far
Aye, and I'm tryna find out what my sins are (yeah)
Yeah, and we smoking hookahs fuck the cigars (cigars, aye)
Flew out to paradise blowing these dinars (paradise)
And I'm rocking Rickys not no G-Stars (yeah)
Told that girl that I can never see her (see her)
And in my city I'm a popstar (star, yeah)
I'm the one, you know I'm chosen (yeah)
And like all you bitches is hopeless (yeah)
I keep running it up I get more rich (yeah)
I can't fuck with him he a whole snitch (yeah)
I get higher than God I'm soaring (yeah)
His ho came to me 'cause he boring (with)
All this fye don't need security (yeah)
All these lines you know I'm pouring yeah
Yeah, yeah
Know I'm pouring
Yeah you know I'm pouring
I got more rich yeah you know I got more rich
Know I'm more rich, you know I got more rich (yeah)
I wear Wockstar, inner city glock star (wocks, glocks)
Run the fades, yeah I put his ass on Worldstar (fades, Worldstar)
And I'm going supernova like a dying star (supernova, dying star)
And I'm living everyday like I'm 'bout die tomorrow (die tomorrow)
Pink whip, feel like Uzi Vert, pink diamond Audemars
Feel like Elon Musk in a spaceship I'm boutta head to Mars
Brown boy made it big, feel like Bose and M. Night Shyamalan
Ask me why I'm fasting and I tell that boy it's Ramadan
Yuh, aye, yeah I'm breaking bread like Iftar
Yuh, aye, Allah he got me this far
Aye, and I'm tryna find out what my sins are (yeah)
Yeah, and we smoking hookahs fuck the cigars (fuck 'em)
Flew out to paradise blowing these dinars
And I'm rocking Rickys not no G-Stars (yeah)
Told that girl that I can never see her (yeah)
And in my city I'm a popstar (star, yeah)
Popstar (popstar)
Popstar (popstar)
And in my city I'm a popstar
Popstar (popstar)
Popstar (popstar)
And in my city I'm a popstar
Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Kodamanchilly, Omkar Bhave, Sam Mathew, Samir Khattak
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