Rock$tar ft. O. Dog Lyrics

(Gang)

(So you wanna be a Rock-)

(So you wanna be a Rockstar)

Yeah, like go little Rockstar

So you wanna be a Rockstar

Remember back posted on the block, getting bucks like a block star

Faded I'm sippin' on Wockhardt

Poppin' ya bitch like a Pop Tart

P-Poppin' ya bitch like a (Uh!)

Said, "Do you love me?," so I dropped her

Only love me cause a nigga got drip, I'm fly like a helicopter

Beating it up like a monster

Yeah I be beating it up

Up in the booth and I'm heating it up, the grip

Nigga I'm keeping it tucked, Act up, nigga we leaving you stuck

Smoking on gas, steady with gang, niggas rollin' up the Runtz

Leaving my bitches in the past, new groupies yeah I gotta rump

Nigga cross me go pray, monk

Her shit fat I spray, dump

Ran down on her said wassup,

Want me cause I play the drums, (Ugh!)

Like go little Rockstar

Yeah, nigga you a Blockstar

And I'm gon' keep going,

Mama said I'm going far

I'm just tryna make some records

Stack some bread drive foreign cars, Yeah

Like go little Rockstar

Nigga you a Blockstar

(Nigga really used to be posted on the block)

(Nineteen!)

(Really used to give 30, that's every game, no cap)

(Get right, ugh!)

Everyday I'm hearing beats, that shit be stuck up in my head a lot

I like to hide the fact I'm getting bread a lot

Cause bitches they be sneaky talking sexy tryna get up in my bed a lot

The flags that they be showing they be red a lot

And though these hoes is crazy, niggas shiesty too be coming for your head lot

Can never really tell if they your friend or not

I would've liked a warning 'fore these niggas went and dropped melting pot

It's nights I used to struggle for a meal

Sleeping with them roaches Z's for dinner shit was real

The ramen for a dollar spicy noodles was a steal

Niggas trippin' bout some money, for some Jordan's getting killed

How he sayin he a player, he ain't even on the field

Wait a second raise my hand I said professor got a question could you answer this

I really give a fuck about this rapping shit,

Supply chain and logistics is my major swear that I don't know half of it

And everybody cheating that's the average

But If I got my major could you guarantee that maybe this could happen which

Mostly I'd prefer cuz I chase after it

I could live my dreams of stepping stages stacking money on some rappin' shit

Cause really I give less a fuck bout trappin' shit

Tend to live my life without a worry I be winning shit on accident

I'm guessing when you chosen this be happening

You thought all the talent disappeared but now you seeing that we back again

They happy the young niggas can rap again

Nigga