Star Lyrics

I be shooting but ian no shooting star

Wtf i suppose to do wit all dem fsncy cars

Wtf i supposr to do wit these expensive broads

Ima stick to smoking weed and let you niggas have them bars

I get so high til the point i cant wake up

I got my brothers in the sky csuse they my angels

If i love you ima tell you cus i cant fake that

I done fucked up more than once but im gone shake back

I wont work a 9-5 so ima get these face tats

In my opinion if youn like it you gotta face that

Cause i cant see nobody telling me wat to do

My nigga steady stealing cars like he aint got nun to lose

Im on this block I'm just posted like Ian got nun to prove

It hit my thoughts wen I realized put me in the booth

I got some shit to say I know it's gone be the truth

These niggas pussies i knew them way back in middle school

Don't ever tell a soul that you love em

You say it once they gone say it back they pretend like they love you

My nigga he been gone be forever

he gone be proud of me he smiling hard when he start seeing this cheddar

Heading to the top I need a ladder

They won't me to fall victim but I won't let em

This bitch gave my number to a opp

She gone be the reason of a nigga getting shot

They switching up like seasons i need a Montclair

Don't be mad ion take you wit me life just unfair

You can fuck him don't lie to me I really don't care

Only thing I need is this air

Blood money gotta clean that shit wit chlorine

I got family in Illinois they in moline

I'm really humble when I see you I be copestetic

Debo in that box he use to have a box Chevy

Red beam on yo head and ion even eat cherries

I can see a opp til this day and he still scary

My momma still here so everyday I'm gone. Cherish it

If I have kids I gotta put back my inheritance

I was made by a god so I'm heaven sent

Ian scared to shoot I'm neva hesitant

You crying about a bitch thats petty shit