POP STARS Lyrics

As always if you don't like the word bitch don't listen to the song

(Nassim got the sauce bitch)

See that's not even me, that's just the tag and it's already, y'know

It's already goin'

Yeah

All these bitches ever really want is pop stars

Y'all is way too soft can't even handle rock stars

Claim you pullin out that toaster like its pop tarts

But the truth is that we both know you is not hard

All these bitches ever really want is pop stars

Way too pussy industry done killed the rock star

Realest motherfuckers smothered by the pop charts

Still can't stop me homie this is how the god starts

Off the meds the moment I got the bread

Got the dough, hoes jumpin' into bed

Get some head, get her spread

Met her at the show, and I left her ass on read

I aint ever really had no plan B

Lately I got bitches that be poppin em like candy

Harder than these whiny motherfuckers like I'm brandy

This is pop art but it's hard like I'm Andy

Warhol, I told y'all, bitches I'm the shit

Fightin' for the recognition, mad belligerent

Better with the cleverness and different with the wit

Scifidelic yellin' you know what it is

Three AM, everyone's asleep, I got space to think

Gotta plot up on some songs that bitches rockin on repeat

Homies say I got the bars but gotta up it on the beats

So I shut up and rap, like what the fuck you want from me?

She hit Nieman's, hit the racks

She got tits, got that rack

Imma fund it I got racks

Blow my bag, blow my sack

Syphilis with the drip

Give a shit, she still lick

I went pop, I admit

I'm a big hypocrite

S.O.S., Same Old Shit

S.O.S., Same Old Shit

But at least what I writ

Feelin real fuckin lit

In the middle, I got racks

Shootin deer for their racks

Shootin pool, get the racks

I got bands, I got racks (racks)

All these bitches ever really want is pop stars

Y'all is way too soft can't even handle rock stars

Claim you pullin out that toaster like its pop tarts

But the truth is that we both know you is not hard

All these bitches ever really want is pop tarts

Way too pussy industry done killed the rock star

Realest motherfuckers smothered by the pop charts

Shit can't stop me homie this is how the god starts

Higgs Boson how I'm whippin' in the kitchen

I'm a real drug dealer and I'm generating weight

Sacred Jedi bullshit call me Luke Shittalker

Homie I could shoot you when I can't see straight

Jazz dabbler, madman rambler

So much smoke it'll leave your throat cancerous

Murder if you fuck with us, no it isn't glamorous

But my bipolar shit I'm feelin' like the master of

Greatest strength is my greatest vulnerability

I'm Achilles if his heel could shoot laser beams

Nutty as fuck and aint nobody touching these

Metaphorically at least, I got some stained n greasy sheets

Hypnotic content, I'm still plottin' when I'm droppin'

Get the money, chase the land of milk and honey constant

Make it look easy, roll it up, hit the bleezy

This time next year Atlanta callin me C Jeezy

Independent shit, I ain't fuckin' with your dummy set

Copyright infringements I ain't even gettin' money yet

Free the fuckin instrumentals that is my philosophy

Free the creativity why is this thought anomaly

I ain't really seein' all the sense in this economy

If you want the money at least make these beats commodities

Don't complain to me the EP isn't up on Spotify

Bring it up with Future, do it better go and bribe the guy

You could argue I should go and buy my own unique shit

I'm possessed to remix this, can't help what I'm inspired by

I'm sure someday it'll change

All things end, only thing forever's wu-tang

How could RZA pass the torch when the flame is within?

Only thing I fear less than the journey's the end

Come and blast me, come and take my life

So my rhymes become eternal and my sales times five

It's already

It's already goin'