Hood Rockstar ft. Slamuel Jackson Lyrics

Okay, okay, okay,

Swipe be cookin' that hot shit back to back, I done did it again

Uh, lil' baby want me at the house, but she ain't puttin' no pape in my pocket? Okay then

Im riding around all damn day, I gotta get to it, hell naw I can't stay in

I like trap, swipin', make hits

I'm the hood, rockstar and it make sense

Y'all niggas gotta get with the program, chin up beat my chest on some ape shit

Fuck the rest, bitch I'm tryin' to be A-list

For the record, my heart still achin

But long as that trap still pumpin' That swipe still swipin', I know I'ma make it

Getting big probably need me an agent

But, niggas be undercover some agents

I ain't know it was room for them knives in my back, but they keep makin' spaces

I thought I knew em', looked in they face and they start to shape-shift

Gassed me up, say it's a 4L, goddamn that was a Quik Trip

Had to cover that hole right there in the couch, cause it ain't no change here

I'm sippin' cups, poppin' all these percs, but it ain't no painkilled

Thumbing through this money right here, it hold blood, sweat, and tears

Cameras on the spot, MTV cribs,

Got niggas layin' right where you live

Glock with a button for the shield

Down and out on them Perky pills

The pain go away when I open the ceil up

But it's coming right back when I get up

Ball heads like Pac, we gon' hit him up

Stand on this shit, French Toast Gang, feel like nobody realer

You make a livin', vacuum sealer, or the kitchen

Swipe you a card, or go get you a-

Get you a pension

Swipe be cookin' that hot shit

Back to back, I done did it again

Lil' baby want me at the house, but she ain't puttin' no pape in my pocket? Okay then

I riding around all damn day, I gotta get to it, hell nah I can't stay in

I like trap, swipin', make hits

I'm the hood rockstar and it make sense