Superstar

(I wanna be a superstar)
You ever wanted something so bad
You'd sacrifice your whole life for it?
(I wanna be a superstar)
Take a walk in my crib
C's up (here we, here we go)

(I wanna be a superstar)
Yeah, that's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags
The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress, yes
(I wanna be a superstar)
To be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead
Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less

Yeah, ah, dress to impress without trying look
I got CDs who's buying? (It's in the back)
At 15, I wasn't paid in full, but I know I had Pradas in school, (I was flashing)
Yeah, ah, uniform with the fly jacket
Rack sack to match it, swagger I had it
Young and easy in front of the camera
Making all the pretty girls go mad

See the yearbook said, "I was most likely to be famous"
Points proved now I can't live my life nameless
So I hit the studs, started cutting tunes
Minimal facilities in Ironik's room
But we made do, still came through
Haters still talking shit, so fuck you (yeah)
Good Lord knows when I started writing bars
Never ever thought I'd hit the charts
Yeah, yeah, C's up

(I wanna be a superstar)
Yeah, that's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags
The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress, yes
(I wanna be a superstar)
To be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead
Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less, yeah

Age 17, I was spittin raw Chip Diddy Chip
Went and kicked off a rhythm war
And one label said I just ain't marketable
And now look who runs the market fool, me
I got the hot verse everybody wants (brain)
Tryna be on everybody's so mother fuck that (fuck)
Tryna cut back, but so see who's daring
Sharing ain't always caring

I got the haters nostrils flaring, smelling success
Got 'em way stressed (stressed), got 'em way vexed
Thinking I fell off, you wanna come test?
You can go fuck yourself, no latex
I ain't tryna sleep for life (no), I'm tryna bring my dream to life (yeah)
Feeling like I'm born to fly, don't ask me why
Yeah, yeah, C's up

(I wanna be a superstar)
Yeah, that's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags
The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress, yes
(I wanna be a superstar)
To be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead
Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less

And I was too fast learning to rhyme
Now talent got me caught up living two lives (no lie)
Chart topper, everybody know my name
But the hood doesn't ever change
It's worse when you paid, and I'm still the same (I ain't changing)
In my own zone, from the youth club to a live band, live show (slow down)
Street dreams of a teen from the high roll
The pap' lights blind my eyes, bro, show (here we go)

(I wanna be a superstar)
That's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags
The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress, yes
(I wanna be a superstar)
To be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead
Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less

(I wanna be a superstar)
That's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags
The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress
(I wanna be a superstar)
See to be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead
Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less