Stars

Oh, woah, woah, woah

Look, uh

Baby girl have faith in a nigga without a job

And let a nigga stay at your place

Play it for your friends when I drop a mixtape

Both of us will win if I get a big break

Broke nigga dick, baby, had a long day

Tryna get rich, buy you Dulce

Ain't gon' bond a baby, just be honest

Don't be tryna play me, I'm an artist

Baby, I'm an artist, baby, I'm an artist

I been tryna make it, on my grind

I'm takin' what is mind, I'm racin' with the time

I been tryna make it, at my hardest

Makin' it a promise, chasin' with my heart in it

I just gotta make it to the stars

A spaceship or a rocket, paintin', I'm an artist

I'm just tryna make it as an artist

I just gotta make it

Heavy way to hold the head and notice

Just a long and cold, but scared

But I don't even feel a thing no more

I set my goals and I'm prepared (Look-look-look-look-look)

Uh, look, uh

Everybody wanna come and hang with the stars

Pinky ring, chain, bling-bling and thе cars

A hundred miles an hour on the way to [?]

You don't еven believe in Jesus wearin' Christian Dior

You crazy on a Twitter, who would need a PR

You out of control, P-O-W-E-R

One to the head, and now you doin' bodily harm

On the meds, and nobody wanna say

Because they scared to lose a gig

But yeah-yeah, you wanna be JK

I used to wanna be Jay, I used to wanna be Wayne

I used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3K

And all my homegirls wanted to be Beyoncé

Can you bang my telephone?

Woah, shit, I was just lookin' for a deal

Workin' so hard, had to sharpen my skills

Work with my dawgs, still sharpen my steel

Was still in apartments, stealin' and starvin'

Fast forward, I'm in a buildin' with stars

And I got a Yatchy call, he got stars in the ceilin'

Pause for a minute (Wait)

Gotta know the difference in the stars and the gimmicks

Are you really in it for the arts or the image?

Do you really live it in your heart and spirit?

It's part of all you are, and all that is it

Trust your vision

Heavy way to hold the head and notice

Just a long and cold, but scared

But I don't even feel a thing no more

I set my goals and I'm prepared

And now, a word from out [ancestors?]

Man, I, I like these new slaves

The chain hangin', bling swingin'

Back breakin', but it's gleamin'

Problem posture, double cup leanin', slide

Slouchin' tiger, pimpin' dragon on swagger

VVS is very vertebrae, snappin', lights flashin'

A manicure, appearance concealin' the shade of spirit

Gym snarin' out the paradox prism

The pilots has the prison, retail religion

Red carpet constriction, freedom is the fiction

There's nigga raised specific, is race really existing?

Man, get the bag, you're trippin'

Go 'head partner, hit this, sip this

Wishlist, hitlist, top ten, shit list, bitch list, chick list

Playmate, playboy, flip sides, same coin, big front

But no joy, yuck, oh boy, hot girls, cold heart

Taxman like the Taliban and ISIS

No relation to class of [?]

Kissin' cousins to the chromic ass prices, kill a climate

Yikes, sucker, mean muggin', who the nice is?

I promise death notice what they like us

They tap in, they tap out like a tabloid typist

They touch too tiny to the titan YA-S-double I-N

Conquerin' lion out the liar, seek the garden flee the fire

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