Stars

Real shit tho, can't lack so I stay with my pistol Niggas switch up, I ain't tryna get close Moving lame y'all boys ain't official Matter-fact y'all really artificial No refs tech blowing like a whistle Ten toes on what I stand ain't gotta tip toe Hot summers niggas still hadda move snow You don't get it, Not at all Down on em digits, Was jus tryna ball Bad little bitch I met her at the mall Need me whenever I'll pull up just call Thought they was with me turned out they was fraud She held me down when I ain't have a car Was walking now I'm going far Know imma shine bright so I tatted some stars Flooded my charms Pop out these bitches gone swarm Weren't looking my way before Ran up the score Now I'm the one they adore Designer I couldn't afford Bands in my pockets when I hit the store Don't start no problems send you to the morgue Count up the guala when I'm feeling bored When I didn't have it they used to ignore Feel like I don't need nobody Went through some hard times did it all on my lonely Moving lowkey cuz these niggas be police Tryna watch all of my movies like a Rollie Never did nun for the fame or the glory Just wanna make it out end of the story Fly as f*ck off of moving these birdies Gun in reach for the ones who wan murk me And it's gone be a homicide If a nigga wanna try So much I had sacrificed Jus trying to live my life Man of the house I went and put food on the table Gotta make up for times when my momma wasn't able All of this envy I gotta move militant Feel like Cena can't see me in this tinted whip Direct with the plug ain't no middleman Hate to see you win you know that it's killing em Put my life on the line for them dividends And I started with one but I tripled it They gone talk down but it all be lip Imma take off to the top like a rocket ship Real shit tho, can't lack so I stay with my pistol Niggas switch up, I ain't tryna get close Moving lame y'all boys ain't official Matter-fact y'all really artificial No refs tech blowing like a whistle Ten toes on what I stand ain't gotta tip toe Hot summers niggas still hadda move snow You don't get it, Not at all Down on em digits, Was jus tryna ball Bad little bitch I met her at the mall Need me whenever I'll pull up just call Thought they was with me turned out they was fraud She held me down when I ain't have a car Was walking now I'm going far Know imma shine bright so I tatted some stars