Rockstar

(album: Juice II - 2012)

19, night when it all started
I was going so ham on the beat, going retarded
Backseat of my Mercedes, black on black paint
Looking at my iPhone, not knowing what to think
Just knowing that I'm that dude, killing niggas in traffic
We rapping, we spitting bullets at any nigga – we savage
Any nigga that want this, well he can get it
I'm swearing niggas talking that shit but ain't really weird
And I'm staying holsted up with my niggas, heavy like everyday
I'm west side on one, tatted shit up in my face
A real young dude but I gotta keep it real
I'm so official, this situation not even real
Stacks on deck, money gained, occupation was in the field
And we stacking it every day, every dollar bill
Niggas steady hating but really nigga fuck how they feel
I'm off top, any nigga talk I have to kill

Counting up a hundred grand
Thinking I'm the man
Yea, I'm the man, I know that I'm the man
Talking bright lights, bright lights
Yea, I'm a rockstar
Bright lights, bright lights
Yea, I'm a rockstar
Counting up a hundred grand
Thinking like I'm the man
Yea, I'm the man
Bright lights, bright lights
Tell 'em I'm a rockstar
Bright lights, bright lights
Tell 'em I'm a rockstar

I wake up in the morning and you know that it's on
Girls keep hitting my phone
Can't leave me alone
No, they can't leave me alone
And this kush is smoking strong
Got Ferrari on my cologne
And my gold chain is so long
And I stash so fresh in the streets
And I go so hard on the beat
Everywhere I go it's SOD
Got the brand new J's on my feet
They know what's up with me
Everybody know what's up with me
What's up with me?

Counting up a hundred grand
Thinking I'm the man
Yea, I'm the man, I know that I'm the man
Talking bright lights, bright lights
Yea, I'm a rockstar
Bright lights, bright lights
Yea, I'm a rockstar
Counting up a hundred grand
Thinking like I'm the man
Yea, I'm the man
Bright lights, bright lights
Tell 'em I'm a rockstar
Bright lights, bright lights
Tell 'em I'm a rockstar

Bright lights, I'm a rockstar
Welcome in the party, I'm a rasta
Smoking on this kush every hour
We get it and we smelling so sour
I'm on stage and the lights going crazy
Cameras in my face, I just do it – fuck the payment
Yea, I do this shit for real
I go so hard, a mill for the deal
A mill every deal, we gotta get it in
When you in my presence the freshest is in the pen
It's SODMG, we going so fucking ham
Niggas thinking we out of space with this program
Money is what we making, balancing you is playing
SOD man we slaying, coming hard never playing
Relaxing but still we laying
Lil Dre I will be pam
They talking but real talk bruh
I will off 'em

Counting up a hundred grand
Thinking I'm the man
Yea, I'm the man, I know that I'm the man
Talking bright lights, bright lights
Yea, I'm a rockstar
Bright lights, bright lights
Yea, I'm a rockstar
Counting up a hundred grand
Thinking like I'm the man
Yea, I'm the man
Bright lights, bright lights
Tell 'em I'm a rockstar
Bright lights, bright lights
Tell 'em I'm a rockstar