Rockstar Lifestyle Lyrics

Mal What You Doing?

Aye,Too many snitches

They left they potnas' out to dry

Rock star life style

Might won't make it

I might pull Gucci on

But ain't met Radric Davis

You can see the pain inside my eyes

I'm thanking GOD I'm still alive

I think when rain fall out the sky

I feel like that's the angels crying

Keep that fire on

Too many niggas dying

Too many snitches

They left they potnas' out to dry

Can't trust these bitches, no

I think all these hoes be lying

A thousand stitches for these wound

I swear this shit get traumatizing

Rule number one

Can't trust no one but self

Gucci tube socks

But I'm rocking Air Force ones to death

I'm smoking Presidential

Obama made this pack his self

Hoe, I'm a rockstar

Cause' I ride round' with that heavy metal

Diamonds on me

Shining like a flashlight

I left her home alone no movie

But She couldn't act right

Thought I was Lawrence Taylor

I had to go get my sack right

I'm sipping Wockhardt

My heart get colder than some Ice

Only thing I need is sprite

Only thing she get is pipe

In the trap all day Night

(All day and night)

Get too high

Ain't scared of heights

Niggas switching sides

Some call it life

30 on me on nigga

Ain't tryna fight

That's on big GOD

That's on life

Rock star life style

Might won't make it

I might pull Gucci on

But ain't met Radric Davis

You can see the pain inside my eyes

I'm thanking GOD I'm still alive

I think when rain fall out the sky

I feel like that's the angels crying

Keep that fire on

Too many niggas dying

Too many snitches

They left they potnas' out to dry

Can't trust these bitches, no

I think all these hoes be lying

A thousand stitches for these wound

I swear this shit get traumatizing

Try to still talk to GOD

But I'm still dancing with the devil

Seems like I'm running out of time

I'm tryna ice out a new bezel

I told my momma if I die

I prolly won't make it to heaven

It's hard to change

It's like the demons just won't let em'

I pray the lord my soul keep

Ride around with choppers

Call em' brooms

Cause' in the streets sweep

And if that lil boy play with me

We make his momma weep

You bitches still up under me

I get so high, no you can't reach me

I'm spilling blood all on these 16's

Sit back and inhale all the smoke

It's fourth quarter

I hope my niggas don't choke

I'm still balling on the opps

I'm tryna up the score

Yo favorite rapper wanna be me

He just another clone

Lord I repent for all sins I ever did

But I can't help it

I'm living reckless

But I can't crash the wheels

And it's gone be a homicide

If they play with him

Too many niggas dying

Keep that K with him

Rock star life style

Might won't make it

I might pull Gucci on

But ain't met Radric Davis

You can see the pain inside my eyes

I'm thanking GOD I'm still alive

I think when rain fall out the sky

I feel like that's the angels crying

Keep that fire on

Too many niggas dying

Too many snitches

They left they potnas' out to dry

Can't trust these bitches, no

I think all these hoes be lying

A thousand stitches for these wound

I swear this shit get traumatizing