Star

Walk up in this bitch and they like "who got the weed?"
If you finna roll the spliff you better pass it to me
I need dinner reservations for my entire team
I'm the best at what I do but I don't do it for free
I got racks on racks and racks and racks I keep in the safe
Oh, he say he want some beef, well bitch I saved you a plate
My accountants they one hundred, they don't make no mistakes
Just a smile on my face, all it take for me to get your body

Burning like a falling star
Tearing through the endless dark
I can't say how it's gonna be
Could you promise that you'll stay 'til it's over?
Burning like a falling star
Tearing out your rotten heart
I can't say how it's gonna be
Could you promise that you'll stay 'til it's over?

Venom in my system, girl I like your physique
Got me feeling so euphoric, got me talking so sweet
Go on, lay back, and let it hit you when I sink in my teeth
Yeah, my allure gon' have you open like a skeleton key
God don't even gotta know so go on just have a taste
Yeah, the fruit is still forbidden but the feeling is great
Go ahead live in the moment, it's okay to partake
Just a bed full of snakes, all it takes for me to get your body

Burning like a falling star
Tearing through the endless dark
I can't say how it's gonna be
Could you promise that you'll stay til it's over?
Burning like a falling star
Tearing out your rotten heart
I can't say how it's gonna be
Could you promise that you'll stay til it's over?

Came a long way since way back when
Since AJ pushed Zips out of Dano's crib, yeah
Mama Kays when we had bunkbeds
And I would steady put the pad to the pen, saying shit like

Fifty bitches on my dick
Pretty boy swag, yeah I'm way too lit
Lil broke boy, you don't got it like this
Mic getting ripped
Pussy, I'ma tell you like this

You ain't really fucking with the boy
You ain't really toting shit
You ain't really sayin nothing to me
You ain't really gettin money, you ain't really fuckin bitches
You ain't champagne sipping, you ain't big whip whipping
You ain't even really really worth my time
You ain't really got a gang, ride with you, stay solid like mine
You ain't got a AJ, got a Chryse
You ain't even got a job, got a car, bitch boy get a life, I'm ill

Yeah, I'm in Miami beach smoking on keylime
(Ooh, uh) Cut down these rappers sum' like Captain Levi
(Yeah) Might mix the Rick Owens up with some Levi's
I got that type of shit make you wanna rewind
I had enough, you lil boys need to realize

For all of you cry babies bitching bout me "switchin up"
Need to look in the mirror, go suck that shit up
Matter fact open wide, swallow both of these nuts, you lil bitch

Yeah, it's still cloudboys 2015 'til infinity
Strapped with a vest screaming, "Fuck all my enemies"
I die tomorrow, your bitch gon' remember me
Yeah