STAR BURNING
Yeah
Damn right
Hundreds on the dash
Yeah the money come in often
Live like it's your last day
It all ends in a coffin
Runnin' from your past
And you know that shit exhausting
Burning through the pain
Shooting star, super star
Hundreds on the dash
Yeah the money come in often
Live like it's your last day
It all ends in a coffin
Runnin' from your past
And you know that shit exhausting
Burning through the pain
Shooting star, super star
****** wanna' play about money
So that's what they mean about funny
Like it's sunny outside I leave nose running
You was sitting too high
But now you on a come down
Don't let the money make you
***** make money
Still same ***** waiting for the bus to come 'round
Head low I was waiting in the dugouts
Working sun up to sun down
Humble as fuck wait till the show shut down
After everything I want like a bloodhound
Shit on these *******
Why I'm feeling like a dog now
Can't quit runnin'
Whole time we passing them up
By the time they catch up
We gon' leave them ****** dumbfound
Hundreds on the dash
Yeah the money come in often
Live like it's your last day
It all ends in a coffin
Runnin' from your past
And you know that shit exhausting
Burning through the pain
Shooting star, super star
Hundreds on the dash
Yeah the money come in often
Live like it's your last day
It all ends in a coffin
Runnin' from your past
And you know that shit exhausting
Burning through the pain
Shooting star, super star
Yeah, aye
Ruger 57 way I pop off
You get popped in the mouth like pop rocks
Act a ass you get knocked to the asphalt
How could you blame me that's the ass fault
Roll on this track like a matchbox
Have your favorite rapper turned to a last thought
Whole team on call for duty
Man that's really the black ops, damn
Family gatherings was looking like a soap op
Man That's something I couldn't watch like bird box
Heard them sirens I get silent
Like that movie a quiet place
Watch me take over the earth
After that I acquire space
Hit ya wifey and after that i require space
Fuck the mumble cult
Multiplying zeroes no wonder you get the same results
Hundreds on the dash
Yeah the money come in often
Live like it's your last day
It all ends in a coffin
Runnin' from your past
And you know that shit exhausting
Burning through the pain
Shooting star, super star
Hundreds on the dash
Yeah the money come in often
Live like it's your last day
It all ends in a coffin
Runnin' from your past
And you know that shit exhausting
Burning through the pain
Shooting star, super star
Keep going
Damn right
Hundreds on the dash
Yeah the money come in often
Live like it's your last day
It all ends in a coffin
Runnin' from your past
And you know that shit exhausting
Burning through the pain
Shooting star, super star
Hundreds on the dash
Yeah the money come in often
Live like it's your last day
It all ends in a coffin
Runnin' from your past
And you know that shit exhausting
Burning through the pain
Shooting star, super star
****** wanna' play about money
So that's what they mean about funny
Like it's sunny outside I leave nose running
You was sitting too high
But now you on a come down
Don't let the money make you
***** make money
Still same ***** waiting for the bus to come 'round
Head low I was waiting in the dugouts
Working sun up to sun down
Humble as fuck wait till the show shut down
After everything I want like a bloodhound
Shit on these *******
Why I'm feeling like a dog now
Can't quit runnin'
Whole time we passing them up
By the time they catch up
We gon' leave them ****** dumbfound
Hundreds on the dash
Yeah the money come in often
Live like it's your last day
It all ends in a coffin
Runnin' from your past
And you know that shit exhausting
Burning through the pain
Shooting star, super star
Hundreds on the dash
Yeah the money come in often
Live like it's your last day
It all ends in a coffin
Runnin' from your past
And you know that shit exhausting
Burning through the pain
Shooting star, super star
Yeah, aye
Ruger 57 way I pop off
You get popped in the mouth like pop rocks
Act a ass you get knocked to the asphalt
How could you blame me that's the ass fault
Roll on this track like a matchbox
Have your favorite rapper turned to a last thought
Whole team on call for duty
Man that's really the black ops, damn
Family gatherings was looking like a soap op
Man That's something I couldn't watch like bird box
Heard them sirens I get silent
Like that movie a quiet place
Watch me take over the earth
After that I acquire space
Hit ya wifey and after that i require space
Fuck the mumble cult
Multiplying zeroes no wonder you get the same results
Hundreds on the dash
Yeah the money come in often
Live like it's your last day
It all ends in a coffin
Runnin' from your past
And you know that shit exhausting
Burning through the pain
Shooting star, super star
Hundreds on the dash
Yeah the money come in often
Live like it's your last day
It all ends in a coffin
Runnin' from your past
And you know that shit exhausting
Burning through the pain
Shooting star, super star
Keep going
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