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trdee - stars lyrics

[intro]
(chapo, you the coldest)

[verse]
i don’t flex enough, i’m always bein’ humble (i am)
they say i’m mia, but i’m just chillin’ in my bubble
takin’ l’s, need some motivation and ain’t huddle
i’m prayin’ for you if you broke and livin’ in the struggle
shed some light on the real n+ggas, we don’t get enough
nine millimeters in my glocky if you think you tough
run up on me if you think i’m lyin’, come and call my bluff
my childhood wasn’t really bad, boy, we grew up rough
heat was off, hot water wasn’t hot at all (at all)
since that moment, i was knowin’ that i had to ball
you went missing on me, all i wanted was a call
thank you to my fans ’cause i couldn’t do this without y’all (i couldn’t)
rainy days turn into sunny
man, i’m startin’ to question what these n+ggas doin’ for some money
i can’t be a sellout, i don’t even think it’s in my genes
work until i got the big house like a wolverine
with a lambchop parked in the garage (lamb’)
i can’t let you in if you ain’t really down to ride
he ain’t who he say he is, that sh+t is a facade
don’t go against the family, we be movin’ like the mob
brodie trained to go, say the word and it’s over
he’ll catch a body, go and put you on a poster
b+tch don’t let you f+ck and you the type to start the roaster (ham)
grindin’ to the top and i can feel me gettin’ closer
feelin’ like they wanna see me down, but i’m assumin’
if you ain’t tryna help your family eat, then what you doin’?
get up off your ass, get some motion, get it movin’
you ain’t payin’ homage, stealin’ style, man, i’m suein’
know my granny proud i never been inside that cell
got it out the mud, i know it’s kinda hard to tell
they thought i was weak, just had to step outside my sh+ll
now my kit dancin’ and my buffies lookin’ pale
what motivate me is these n+ggas hatin’ and my peers
it wasn’t overnight, i had to grind a couple years
when i get that deal, i’m droppin’ chain, like, f+ck it, cheers
you know i’m scared of heights, i’m on the pj facin’ fears
[?] fine clowns, got the blind leadin’ the blind
i wonder how you feel for real, wish i can read your mind
the droptop can transform just like optimus prime
and you can have it too, just get some hustle and some grind
they stabbed me in my back, that’s why i got a couple scars
i’m on here talkin’ facts, i’m not just thinkin’ of some bars
we all droppin’ whips, remember we ain’t have no cars
whoever would’ve thought that we would all be some stars? (sh+ttyboyz)

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