Lyrics

I say momma I'm a rockstar i'm a pop star I'm a different breed
I just want the money fuck the fame we all got different needs
Start throwing shots I get to swinging like a **** creed
Right now my city on the map but I wan take da lead
I'm tryna pull up to thea trap in some expensive shit
They be out here bucking with they potnas riding dick and shit
Keep la jayzo out yo mouth before we blitz some shit
How **** slide nobody die I guess they missing shit
For all the times I had to struggle tryna bus down my wrist
Got a plain jane shawty I'm tryna buss down my bitch
I ain't a rapper come direct no I aint talking bout no diss
**** hating for no reason keep my name out yo mix
Where I grew up all a **** knew was violence
You gotta shake the spot when you see lights and hear them sirens
And **** say they for you and be hating on you in silence
Shoulda knew homie was capping man these **** steady lying
But then I grew up and got tired of showing all my pain
I need a new edition cuz I can not stand the rain
Shawty must be crazy if she think she running game
Pillow talking to them bitches man yall **** fucking lame
Written by: Jeremiah Bouie
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