Black Popstar (feat. DIXSON)

Ayy! Oh!
Ayy! Oh!
Ayy! Oh!
Ayy!

Oh, no! Here I go—yo, yo
Got a attitude—snapback
Never like to show that side
So I try to let it ride like a ol' school Pontiac
Saw what you said, but I'm focused on the bread
Shoppin' sprees make me feel better—I ain't mad
Overnight stays when I go see my babe
Gotta put the lingerie in a duffle bag
Added on more like I ain't got baggage already
Yeah, yeah, I'ma hurt my back
E never lied, Badu on my ride
Got a lot on my mind like her double hat
Did it anyway, like, "Chick, you okay?
You be doin' dumb things—you a dingbat"
Adam live in theory, you just added to the query
I be thinkin' like Jazmine-the ho's back
People get mad, they be laughin'-kiss my ass
Nah, nah, mm, mm, I don't do crack
Been drug through the mud tryna show a little love
Like Ty money sign-they don't sing back
Marian Jones, I coulda ran rap
Hmm, they asked for they ring back
But when they kill us in the street, bang-bang wit' the heat
What? Rap who they ask back (Where is she at?)

Time to bring the motherfuckin' black pop star back (Ah)
No cap like graduate, pimp like Pontiac (Yessir)
These ho-ass niggas ain't got no Cartier (Nah)
Black Hollywood came to your city lookin' pretty
And ya bitch don't know how to act
As I find mine in my DM (Yessir)
I don't ride, I don't even fuckin' see 'em
'Cause they all say the flow van Gogh
Bitch, I'm black—I'm a damn museum (Yessir)
You put the right nigga on the wall (Yessir)
You know the South gon' ball
I put Chanel on the flower on my lapel
So they can smell a real nigga when they meet him

Sometimes, you just get tired of feelin'
And you just wanna go have fun
You wanna numb it all
If you ain't cryin' 'bout it, what you doin'? We dancin' through it
If you ain't cryin' about it, what you doin'? We fuckin' through it
If you ain't cryin' 'bout it, what you doin'? We smilin' through it
We laughin' through it, we jokin' through it
Suppression
But I was told the only way out is in
Said, at some point, you gotta face it
Let's talk about it