Rolex Rockstar

(album: Dior Deposits - 2019)

(These niggas don't want you to be great)
(These niggas don't want you to be great, bro)
(It's okay, it's okay)
Yeah

To a house from a room, I'm high like the moon
I gas up my dawg, these bitches be fleas
Niggas be weak, these haters be sleep
Don't like me, it's like you just fell asleep (Yeah)
Took off the hood and cut off the sleeves
No jacket, I'm whipping the Hills in the Jeep (Uh-huh)
Big flex, no crib team, seeing things
Vivid dreams, red beams, and Hennesy (Hell, yeah)
Jealousy and envy be behind what these fake niggas be telling me
Yeah, they can smell the pee
You ain't fucking with no average nigga, I got hella G's
This ain't no fettucine, I'm a Gonnovinis, you a normal noodle, nigga (Bitch)
Niggas got hella feelings, I got no time for a hormonal nigga

I just been running with [?] splitters
Camera swipers, intelligent lick hitters
I need that wrist glitter like Mariah Carey
Wanna sing when the light hit (Yeah)
I put on chinchilla, I'm a roll in the front like a big wheeler (Hey)
I'm the bust down rubber band villa, bitch still in Big Finnam, yeah

These niggas don't want me to be great
(It's okay, it's okay)
Nah, nah, it's cool, dawg, it's cool
These bitches don't want me to be great
(It's okay, it's okay, it's okay)
These niggas don't want me to be great (Yeah, ayy)
(It's okay, it's okay) It's cool, it's cool, nigga
These bitches don't want me to be great
It's cool, ayy, don't even trip

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, don't even trip, I ain't ever gon' slip
Keep talking that shit, punch you in your lip
I got all blue strips, think I'm banging Crip
But throw it up in there, and then we go to the crib
Smoking on weed, stumble out of the V.I.P. (Ayy)
I be on boss shit, you ain't even 'bout shit
You see these VV's and CDs, DVDs and VHS
You can take these nuts to your fucking mouth
Jumping around on this fucking couch (Yeah)
I got these diamonds through tears
Count every second, I been here for years
Getting money, I been here for eons
Muhfucker, you know what I be on
Take it to infinity and beyond
Back in the day, I was broke
But we ain't worried 'bout that any more, ho

They don't want me to be great
These niggas gon' hate
These bitches so fake
Still fuck 'em anyway (Ayy)
Then I throw the bitch away (Ayy)
Tell 'em get up out my way (Ayy)
I been doing with the cake (Yeah, ayy)

These niggas don't want me to be great
"Guap, ayy, Guap, tell these niggas" (It's okay, it's okay)
These niggas don't
Man, get out the booth, nigga
(It's okay, it's okay, it's okay)
Now listen, bro, you did your thing, you spazzed
Why you spazzin'?

These niggas don't want me to be great (Shit)
(It's okay, it's okay)
These bitches don't want me to be great (Shit)
(It's okay (Ahh), it's okay, it's okay)
These niggas don't want me to be great
(It's okay, it's okay)
These bitches don't want me to be great
(It's okay, it's okay, it's okay)

Yeah, I pray for that-, I pray for your star
That your star was gonna shine brighter
The star that God gave you will shine brighter
So work hard for it, 'kay?