Stars

作词 : Destin Route/yasiin bey/Chester Hansen/Matthew Tavares/Alexander Sowinski/Eric Jones/John Welch/Taji Ausar

作曲 : Destin Route/yasiin bey/Chester Hansen/Matthew Tavares/Alexander Sowinski/Eric Jones/John Welch/Taji Ausar

Oh, woah, woah, woah

Look, uh

Baby girl, have faith in a nigga without job

And let a nigga stay at your place

Play it for your friends when I drop a mixtape

Both of us will win if I get a big break

Broke nigga d**k? Baby, had a long day

Tryna get rich, buy you Dolce

And Gabbana, baby, just be honest

Don't be tryna play me, I'm an artist, baby, I'm an artist

Baby, I'm an artist (And I'm sensitive about my shit )

I been tryna make it on my grind, I'm takin' what is mine

I'm racin' with the time

I been tryna make it at my hardest, makin' it a promise

Chasin' with my heart in it

I just gotta make it to the stars, a spaceship or a rocket

Pantin', I'm an arist

I'm just tryna make it as an artist (And I'm sensitive about my shit )

I just gotta make it

Heavy way to hold the head and notice

Just a long and cold and scary

But I don't even feel a thing no more

I set my goals and I'm prepared, will you be there?

Look-look-look-look-look, uh, look, uh

Everybody wanna come and hang with the stars

Pinky ring, chain, bling-bling and the cars

A hundred miles an hour on the way to Lee-R

You don't even believe in Jesus wearin' Christian Dior

You crazy on a twitter, who we need for PR?

You out of control, P-O-W-E-R

Went to the head and how you doin' bodily harm

On the meds and nobody wanna say

Because they scared to lose a gig

But yeah-yeah, you wanna be JID, kid

I used to wanna be Jay, I used to wanna be Wayne

I used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3K

And all my homegirls wanted to be Beyoncé

Can you pay my telephone bills?

Woah, shit, I was just lookin' for a deal

Workin' so hard, had to sharpen my skills

Work with my dawgs, still sharpen my steel

Was still in apartments, stealin' and starvin'

Fast-forward, I'm in a buildin' with stars

And I got in Yachty car, he got stars in the ceilin'

Pause a minute(wait)

Gotta know the differences in the stars and the gimmicks

Are you really in it for the arts or the image?

Do you really live it in your heart and spirit?

It's part of all you are, and all you isn't

Heavy way to hold the head and notice(Trust your vision)

Just a long and cold and scary(Trust your vision)

But I don't even feel a thing no more

I set my goals and I prepared, will you be there?

And now, a world from our ancestors

Man, I-I like these new slaves

Your chain hangin', bling swingin', back breakin'

But it's gleamin', problem posture, double cup leanin'

Slide, slouchin' tiger, pimpin' dragon on swagger

VVS is very vertebrae snappin, lights flashin'

A manicured appearance concealin' the shattered spirit

Jinn sneerin' out the paradox prism

The palace as the prison, retail religion

Red carpet construction, freedom as friction

As nigga raised specific as race really existin'

Man, get the bag, you are trippin'

Go' head partner, hit this, sip this

Wishlist, hitlist, top ten, shit list, b***hless

Chickless, playmate, playboy, flip sides, same coin, big front

But no joy, yuck, oh boy, hot girls, cold hearts

Taxman like the Taliban and ISIS

No relation to class of Osiris

Kissin' cousins till the climbin' gas prices kill a climate

Yikes-es, sucker, mean muggin', who the nicest

A promised death known is what they life is

They tap in, they tap out like tabloid typist

They touch too tiny to the titan, YA-S-double I-N

Conquerin' lion out the liar, seek the garden, flee the fire

One, two, three, four