Label Me a Star

Straight off the top been going so damn hard been chasing after guap

And skinny jeans still got the tags on

With a pocket full of knots in something foreign still got my glock

They swing that block bro on that car

I tell my dawg i'm fucked off drink but he still label me a star

And rockstar shit still got the tags on

Got yeezy's for my kicks

I could've went and bought a vv chain but i rather bust down my bitch

They me shining they think i'm lit bitch i've been grinding since i was a jit

And it's so many things that i've done seen that i wish that i could forget

I know they hate to see the kid winning they've been hating on a youngin but its nothing