I'm a star Burnin up the highway, drivin a fancy car I'm a star, said I'm a star, a star And I've played every club, every roadhouse, every bar I'm a star
I wake up, stare at the ceilin', I'm alive, what a beautiful feelin', I put my vest on right after I put on my drawers, It's a habit I'm always prepared
I get a lot of choong chicks but I'll fuck a butters one if I'm roasting. I'm linked in North, East, West and South and all I had to was sing a song about
were down I graduate next week and, yo, next week I'm NY bound Seven days from that one I'm leaving love that weighs a ton I'm going to miss you niggas
that shit Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B Yup, I go hard, ask my broad Miss Stevie Wonder
them, If I aint the best dog then I'm one of them, Listenn I'm a different kind of boss, I'm Cut from a different kind of cloth, These niggas is different
I'm a nasty kid I blast a pig and slit his throat just for ? L My skills {undecipherable} puffin boom in Hell I doom the world like I was God and throw
Peirier Chick go for celly book a room at the Holiday Inn, so I can get her and a friend Menage a trois livin the life of a star Overweight overpaid,
a Benz when I wish I could park one Shed a couple tears when I heard that he caught one So everytime I drive down, wish I'll spark one, for you and 'Pac
she don't remember I'd deck my whole crib out from Rent-A-Center If all else failed and I didn't get a break yet I'd get unemployment while collecting a
put the crack in your armor, I am much sharper than a lot of other mic rockers, slightly eccentric but everything's authentic, when I said, "I'm hip-hop," I
You're a liar) Me and my man Rick got millions of gold albums (That's a lie) I'm gettin cold money every day (You're a liar) You'll need a wheel barrow
a hoe named Cupid Joe Budden and Fat Hoe I'm a star You a mothafuckin hoe You bitches don't got no doe you ain't a foe I'm the greatest foe motherfuckers
Lil' Crippsta star mothafuckas I'm with the thirteen kings my man Can't fuck with a bitch named after some guy stan I ranned I franned I even got banned my Mexican I
I'll still be rhymin' when I'm in your hymen I radiate like it was '88 and I'm searching for my lady mate I'm a hunter-gatherer a cunter-latherer My dandy
that shit Nigga I ain't Will Smith, Nah, I ain't a fresh prince Nigga I'm a young king, Nigga I'm a Bun B Yup, I go hard, ask my broad Miss Stevie
I kick it with a swift kick? Like a pander but I'm a panther, a hunter A grand slam home run hitter not a bunner Been hurt too many times to trust you