I Can Be A Star

Avocado, big A$$ battle
Big lime to the fake rhyme to the motto
Sick rhyme follow, ex-girl keep swallowing it
Mid range to ma mid brain feel hollow
I, m a far gone chollo i, m a duffle bag lolo
Follow to the Street king to rep my ghetto
I raise up in the hood by pissin & crunkin
Put your double thumbs up, listen to your trunk
Hold on a city street, yeah know where I’m from
Slums full of tramps, full of eyes, full of icons
Hell where I run from, don’t forget my body bag
How I get here, followed smell of catchy stacks
Voom voom till I die, roll on the fast lane
Girls call me cool breezy I forget my last name
Summer time hustla, so gone wasted
So fresh so good so damn priceless
Money on my mind but ma mind needs guidance
Violence license got to get on the finnest
O4L (Outlawz 4 life) ride to be A thrill, got to be a star lets gettin in nahh
I can be a star, big big big beamin
I can be a star, i can I can be a star yeahh
The way you gettin what they wanna I’mma stunt on this haters, I can be a star,
i’m takin it to the majors, hall of fame is headed for realla, I’m gettin
paperz & killaz for skrillaz then track murdered in any cases, the way I give
respect I should be close to royality, I put in the pot then cook till be
boiling, Rock it up, put it on the block, shit is moving, trap star music & I
got the fin’s grooving, you're away on the norm could measure up like rulers,
I’m organise, syndicate, crime ill be cruiser, livin like this is somthing I
can’t use that, grind all night, clocking out to the rooster, stay in
underground BUZZ BUZZ like be high, take it to the top you only makin your knee
high, bangin out now point 8 you’re a 3/5 pointed to the Nortwest to the Middle
East side
Aha.Mideasturn.Upleft.What you gonna do yeah.haha.my Homie Rizz.Perx.
Hey you fam «B» I see you now, crazy $hit on this