Momma Made A Star Lyrics

Go to that lake and cool the fire when it's burning my soul

Ain't got a taste to be inspired when I'm feeling this cold

If I mute the story once then you dead to me

Last one out the chamber but you thinking you ahead of meet

My momma made a star

Knew it was just a dream, I seen my first one from the car

Tryna stay from in between, don't get so lost in who you are

Not too many niggas praising

Go find Jesus when he saving

Exchange the sin out with praying

Some niggas cope with pills

Some niggas cope with dank

Some niggas cope with seals forever measuring the drank

Know you damn near probably miss me when I leave out for the day

Should've said I love you once

Give you a hug so you okay

And your baby boy can handle all the shit that come his way

On his own like a man cause can't nobody save the day

These just my thoughts from notes

All I do is paint the picture

Quote me X amount of times they call it seven five scriptures

Go to that lake and cool the fire when it's burning my soul

Ain't got a taste to be inspired when I'm feeling this cold

If I mute the story once then you dead to me

Last one out the chamber but you thinking you ahead of meet

My momma made a star

Knew it was just a dream, I seen my first one from the car

Tryna stay from in between, don't get so lost in who you are

Not too many niggas praising

Go find Jesus when he saving

Exchange the sin out with praying

She told me let's make a deal

I give her time and she heal

Play my game from the stripes

We just gon' ball in the field

Should've kept on being strangers with a lot of these niggas

The same way about these hoes

They just chasing the figures

Think my head above the water when I move through the city

Targets all across the board

They come as women who pretty

The same time it gets simple when you scratching the surface

Made all your choices from the heart

But they're route ain't for purchase

Always think the grass greener

But that's bad for the circuit

Lotta niggas copy niggas

They impressionable persons

Lotta niggas bad

Apples for they circle

I merched it

Color coded from the God

Still I search for my purpose

Youngest in this shit

I'm always pushing hard in my lane

Got you surrounded by that hate

When they speak up your name

Stay down but focus up my nigga

Ain't no stopping the ground

My momma made a star

The minute that it came in her mind