star v2 (feat. Z0)

Turn me up, Zest, turn me up, Zest, what we on, bro, huh, huh, yea

Stuck in the streets, I'm just prayin' that times gone get better

My dad down the road, I send him a kite, you know that I send him a letter

Bro a Glockstar, rock out heavy metal

He serving fiends, you know that, boy he trap out like Griselda

Know I won't settle for less, tell him, give me that

Know that I'm having these hoes, and cars, and clothes

The racks in the fanny pack

Know that we have this motion, motion, motion

Just like a running back

When I blow up, just know ain't no comin' back

When I blow up, just know ain't no comin' back

Yea, we up a couple racks

Grinding hard know I want me a couple plaques

If you cross me one time, ain't no comin' back

That shit for the birds, lil' ****

I know that you heard lil' ****

We in first place, and not third, lil' ****

Sayin' that he want smoke, what's the word, lil' ****

Know some youngins that come bend your curb, lil ****

Yea, okay, MPM, we run the world, lil' ****

Yea, okay, ZO

We run the world, ****, yeah

I took some risks so we can prosper

I left the label a month ago

It had some holes time to remodel

I hit the gas on all them **** who hated on me

Full throttle, granny raised me

And my pops are never there

So I pour wok in a baby bottle

I'm a father figure to my cousin nem

And they gon' follow

You better stand on ten

And stack your pape every day, ****

That's your motto

And them demons messin' with me

I'm prayin' that they leave me alone

Every day it's a new problem

So I spit pain on every song

You don't ask for handouts

Cause you know they'll do you wrong

Looking for love inside these hoes

Cause you come from a broken home

Yeah, yeah

Uh, uh, uh

You come from a broken home

Bro been stuck up in that cell for a minute

He had pulled a robbery

Now he regret every minute

Huh I'm feelin' good

Finna call my shawty

Like, where you at

Let's go to Lenox

I'm a real boss, ****

She know this whip some it ain't rented

She want me to stay out of the way

My name business, and I ain't in it

This Glock come in

A brand new case

But I got cases still pending

Huh, huh, yea

Stuck in the streets, I'm just prayin' that times home get better

My dad down the road, I send him a kite, you know that I send him a letter

Bro a Glockstar, rock out heavy metal

He serving fiends, you know that, boy he trap out like Griselda

Know I won't settle for less, tell him, give me that

Know that I'm having these hoes, and cars, and clothes

The racks in the fanny pack

Know that we have this motion, motion, motion

Just like a running back

When I blow up, just know ain't no comin' back

When I blow up, just know ain't no comin' back