Rockstar Lifestyle

Rockstar lifestyle might not make it Rolling up with a thick bitch and she naked I don't know why these pussy ass niggas hate I can't lock in the booth cause my phone keep on bangin I feel like Gucci man, the spot hot, my dough keep on swingin I'm so trapped out, I'll sell a bow and palm manes I ain't trippin' bout these hoes, they come and go, that shit don't Faze me He ain't got a hustle bone in his body, man, he lazy I'd be lyin' if I said her fuckin' money don't change me I'd be lyin' if I said her fuckin' hood ain't make me Yeah, this lil' bitch cute, but I can tell this bitch crazy I gotta thank Sleaze and Azo, man, this music shit save me Way before I did this rap shit, I was hood famous He been tryna front his move on the gram, he a faker When I pop out, all the hoes treat me like I'm famous If it wasn't for the gram, you lil' niggas would be nameless Rockstar lifestyle might not make it Hit her off a perk, hell naw, she can't take it I don't know why these lame ass niggas fake it Rockstar lifestyle might not make it Rolling up with a thick bitch and she naked I don't know why these lame ass niggas hate Wake up, rock a show, then I go into the day shit Rockstar lifestyle might not make it Rolling up with a thick bitch and she naked I don't know why these lame ass niggas fake it Rock a show, then I go and chill at the day shit Why these lame ass niggas playin He ain't got a hustle bone in his body, man, he lazy I feel like Gucci Mane, a trap, hot, one, two I feel like Gucci Mane, a trap, hot, then my door swing I feel like Gucci Mane, a trap, hot, then my door swing