Shooting Star

I keep it 350 baby
You can lose your mind right here with me baby
I'm the ideal candidate for your negligence
Leave your trust right here with me baby
I'm swinging while doing a keg stand, uh
Get high, rock a Cinderella headband
God Damn, I miss chatting with my old gang
I swear to god, some things they won't ever change

Take me back to 2011, uh
Had a race car track when I was 7, uh
I swear to god, now now I love to drive
But this cup a little empty
Yeah yeah It's a little dry
Get up outta my face fore I brace it, uh
Put a blow torch to your fucking brains, like what
Got your own niggas calling you the human torch
God damn now you know
To stay away from that boy
I'm too fucking good for the tryouts
Coach never sat me out
Cause the nigga know it's my house
And all that I spit, yeah it's fire now
Put some water on, watch it evaporate
Like a fucking vape, cause a fire now
Ain't nobody chasing me
No one's in my lane
Plus this the major league
The elements they guide my hand
I can't stay awake
Give me lidocaine for this fucking pain relief

Cause baby I shoot for the stars
Walk around with the pole on ya
She walk around with the goyard
Bitch I go hard
Harder than I ever, ever, ever been
I run til I trip, I don't ever trip
See how I create these tapes
See how I maintain in the matrix
I took a vacation, amazing
But now I'm back, whipping up these tracks
Call it cool whip
It'll put some large scars right on your back
Choppa make a nigga somersault on his back
Laid some Asian bitch down, had to put her on her back
Yeah you heard me, I had to beat her from the back
Why you looking all scurvy, gotta hurry up
Cause you looking really rough
Life's a rough road, so you gotta toughen up
Where my money at, I think I'm missing a payment
I go to the safe, I see pages and pages
Of paper on paper on paper

Then I'll realize I'm major, huh
Said I'll realize I'm major

In the meantime I'll grind on these beats
From the sheets of my comfort
You gotta let me in when I'm doing these numbers
Don't wanna be my friend, I always say it's whatever
I gotta recommend love yourself for whoever
You are, cause I shoot for the stars
Beats go hard
Project me from afar
I gotta shout over the noise
Can't even hear my own thoughts
It's real ignorant ain't
Real utero in this bitch
Gotta slow down, I'm finna close down
I'm QB and passed the first touchdown
For the first time in history
I feel the kids to me are important
Gotta show the lil bros love, go give em endorsements
Everyone everywhere is important
Everyone everywhere, I need fortune
Well I'm real fortunate, my soul soaring
Now I done had my fill, so here's yours man

I keep it 350 baby
You can lose your mind right here with me baby
I'm the ideal candidate for your negligence
Leave your trust right here with me baby
I'm swinging while doing a keg stand, uh
Get high, rock a Cinderella headband
God Damn, I miss chatting with my old gang
I swear to god, some things they won't ever change

Cause baby I shoot for the stars
Walk around with the pole on ya
She walk around with the goyard
Bitch I go hard
Harder than I ever, ever, ever been
I run til I trip, I don't ever trip
Nah I never trip
I reach for the stars, can't ever trip
I can't ever trip
I reach for stars, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): John Patrick Bethea
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