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Rockstar, you can't tell me I ain't made for this
Cash the check, blew it on a chain like I ain't saving shit
Have them hollows buzzing by your head like the Babyliss
I'm flying doing one fifty down that highway feeling dangerous
Like what the f*ck I look like captain save a bitch
Your song like a karen cooking up some chicken your shit flavorless

Guess I'll play that Eddie Bauer till I cop that Avirex
She squirted damn it left a stain up on that mattress made a mess
Dirt road runner we at the range so the aim is accurate
I'm Cabelas fitted down brand new Canik in the Bathing Ape jacket
Get split in half like magic
We chillin in the cut just like maggots
I gotta go off, me and my yotes go march when we got that madness
I had a vision I did an arena show and I packed it
I always believed I could do it, even though I'm out Nebraska
Cruisey tha cruisey tha cruisey tha junie, remember that adlib
Had a damn good day today I ran up my net worth a tad bit
Not the blood, sweat, and tears
Not the game I love, we talking bout practice
Gravel Goon merch on but I'm feeling fresh like I just walked out of Saks Fifth
Steph Curry with the lookaway three I just popped up and blasted
I am what I am just what God made me till they cook him to ashes
ARP for the problems I'm not up in your hood looking for passes
I'm just tryna run up a bag go get me some benjamins jacksons
Get it and stack it split with the gang in fractions
Never meant to make your daughter cry I'm sorry ms. jackson uh

Rockstar, you can't tell me I ain't made for this
Cash the check, blew it on a chain like I ain't saving shit
Have them hollows buzzing by your head like the Babyliss
I'm flying doing one fifty down that highway feeling dangerous
Like what the f*ck I look like captain save a bitch
Your song like a karen cooking up some chicken your shit flavorless

Authentic this shit done went counterfeit
Solid gold cost me a lil grip so everyday Imma play the kit
She been sucking dick whenever I ask
That's why she's my favorite
Little taste of success better savor it
Ballin out the way with it, run by toss me a Gatorade quick
I gave it a hundred, you gave it like eighty percent
Flying in that matte blacked out thang I'm Bruce Wayne'in some shit
Gold digging ass shordy thinking if she f*ck me I might pay her rent
.308's lil bucko strap that f*cker up with the bayonet
Don't book me on your show as an opener
I go way harder than the main event
Hit me with that "you up?" late text
She hit you with that rain check
I don't even really f*ck with the club, I just came to flex, uh
Stairway to the top I'm climbing taking Braska baby steps
Yeah, like Gucci Mane up at Jeezy party
Had to go, was way too fresh
Uh, yeah
Skill set getting honed in, think it's about time to go play profess
One shot guess I'm all in, it's on me if I'm making bets
Waking up the whole block with that engine
Got my neighbors pressed like a

Rockstar, you can't tell me I ain't made for this
Cash the check, blew it on a chain like ain't saving shit
Have them hollows buzzing by your head like the babyliss
Like a karen karen cooking up some chicken your shit flavor ewwhh
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