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Rockstar
YN Jay
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I got so much energy
Yeah, I'm a rockstar
College bitch give me brain, nah, she not smart
I can't waste no time when the clock start
Bro doin' the speed limit in a cop car
Put him in a toaster, these ain't Pop-Tarts (Nah)
I just re'd up on some, it was lockjaw (Yeah)
I can't find a pint for shit, damn, life hard (Damn)
Tax a nigga fourteen hundred, it was Wockhardt (God damn)
Pull off in that, that's a fast car (Yeah)
I'm too solid, I can't break like a glass jar (I can't)
Your bitch a runner, got me thinkin' she a track star (Damn)
Mic I got 'em still, think about my last bars (Yeah, yeah)
I bet I won't ever change like a piggy bank (I can't)
I swear I'ma stack my change 'til the piggy break (Stack it)
I bet I'ma leave my mark like a shitty stain (Yeah)
I jump in a different bag when I'm feelin' pain (Yes, sir)
They ain't let me in the game, I had to break in (Guap)
I swear I was restin' good, I was awakin' (I was)
They ain't put me in the ring, I had to weigh in (Yeah)
I heard they said they want beef, I put the steak in (Yeah)
All these mini-mes ridin' with a playpen
I'm interested in some dollars and some makes cents
Filet mignon and fresh veggies when I ate dinner
Got three K's with masks on 'cause I hate niggas
Like, at this point, don't come around if we ain't niggas
Popped a Percocet and dropped a four, that's my head killer
I'm a star, when she see me, she gon' make wishes
When the hotline bling, bring Drac' with us (Grrah)
They got the pills, bring the weed and drank with us (Yeah)
If you a ham, I'll jugg and gank niggas (Facts)
If you my mans, I'll plug and paint with you (Yeah)
I wear VLONE, Off-White, mix Bape with it (Cash)
Loyalty is what you speakin' on, but you ain't livin' it
You broke, I'm collectin' clean cash from my businesses
I'm wrong, finna beat my bitch ass for her innocence
I'm on, I just went and got a bag from an immigrant
Major league ballin', why you think I'm in the field still?
My bitch ass fake as hell, but it feel real
Freaky T pulled up with some Runtz and it's real deal
Niggas out here gettin' pressed up, I got the real pills
Ruger AR pistol, that's my bae, but I married my Glock
Rio dropped a whole fuckin' pint and I'm scared of the pop
Jay set me up for the three and I buried the shot
Callin' Casius for some real weed, he keep Cherry a lot
Of course a nigga got hands, but I carry a Glock
Mike dropped one too, she cheated on me, I married a chop
I hit a nigga in his top, then buried the Wock'
If I hit a pussy with this nickel, his cherry gon' pop
My phone ringin' right now, oh, that's another play
Cash got on Yeezy boots, he'll stomp your face
Red lights on the FN'll make you pump your brakes
Baby girl, I don't want no ass, I'm tryna fuck your face
Brown dope, I cut it in three layers like a truffle cake
My lil' nigga pulled a ten out a hundred in bank
I ain't broke, but if you ain't my nigga, I'm cuttin' your drank
This bit' ain't long enough for me, I got too much to say