Star Child

I ain't got no problems, I got money on my mind

I'm talking to God, He told me I'm one of a kind

I'm a real star child, swear that I'ma let it shine

Every day I wake up, brush my teeth and get up on my grind

Told Rich Money one more time, I swear to God that that's my slime

Every time we link up in the booth, that shit we make divine

And I'm praying for my niggas, with they noses in the crime

And I'm praying for my niggas with them jobs that they don't like

And I know it fucking sucks when you feel like you wasting time

Shit, that's why we get high, you never know when you gon' die