"Stars" lyrics
Yo A2, you crazy for this one
Windows tinted, black Buick on the FDR
Smoking loud that have me high just like I'm next to stars
The shells I got will lift him up and have him next to God
This moon clip will hit his top and have him seeing stars
Quit and call my bluff, this poker face will have him thinking twice
Did he tell the truth or lie on God and really hit him twice
I play it right, learn from OGs and from my brother's life
Double count of murder gave him life but then they made it twice
He's not getting out so I keep his books and all his visits right
Never talk about how you out here thugging and living life
This evidence in court will have you trapped, you'll never see the light
The year they saying show the real or who could be the witness type
But man down, he get out, call my shooters, get the bread out
Chops get the lead out or the meds will take the dead out
Got my stomach turning, see a dead body make you feel different
Mob spinning, trigger never stopping 'til I hear clicking
Talk to God, he talking sweet
So I turn the other cheek
Devil on my shoulder talking business so he get to me
Praying every day will have you end up feeling heavenly
So stick to you and focus up before you stay a memory
Windows tinted, black Buick on the FDR
Smoking loud that have me high just like I'm next to stars
The shells I got will lift him up and have him next to God
This moon clip will hit his top and have him seeing stars
Fuck a black mask, my mask fit and I'm gon' burn it after
Shoot that M&M right out your hand, not talking Marshall Mathers
Aim on point, it's hitting right, I watch his body scatter
Ripping through the flesh, they picking pieces through his body matter
Shit get wicked, I'm in the field, I feel it getting hot
Fuck a ball court, I'll have them boys to come and take your block
Beam on him, how the fuck he running from this laser dot
Rapping on my name, just stay inside and you could read about it
Cause he died the same way
Not here for all this play play
Strictly business and you talking nothing so just stay safe
Handles with this 30 like I'm Curry on a great day
Posted like I'm 'Iannis, buck 50 get his face shaved
Plugs from Milwaukee, get them in so I can double funds
Money got your bitch wet, she dripping like a honey bun
All my chops dirty so I went and got another gun
[?] got extensions, turn his afro to a messy bun
Windows tinted, black Buick on the FDR
Smoking loud that have me high just like I'm next to stars
The shells I got will lift him up and have him next to God
This moon clip will hit his top and have him seeing stars
Windows tinted, black Buick on the FDR
Smoking loud that have me high just like I'm next to stars
The shells I got will lift him up and have him next to God
This moon clip will hit his top and have him seeing stars
Windows tinted, black Buick on the FDR
Smoking loud that have me high just like I'm next to stars
The shells I got will lift him up and have him next to God
This moon clip will hit his top and have him seeing stars
Quit and call my bluff, this poker face will have him thinking twice
Did he tell the truth or lie on God and really hit him twice
I play it right, learn from OGs and from my brother's life
Double count of murder gave him life but then they made it twice
He's not getting out so I keep his books and all his visits right
Never talk about how you out here thugging and living life
This evidence in court will have you trapped, you'll never see the light
The year they saying show the real or who could be the witness type
But man down, he get out, call my shooters, get the bread out
Chops get the lead out or the meds will take the dead out
Got my stomach turning, see a dead body make you feel different
Mob spinning, trigger never stopping 'til I hear clicking
Talk to God, he talking sweet
So I turn the other cheek
Devil on my shoulder talking business so he get to me
Praying every day will have you end up feeling heavenly
So stick to you and focus up before you stay a memory
Windows tinted, black Buick on the FDR
Smoking loud that have me high just like I'm next to stars
The shells I got will lift him up and have him next to God
This moon clip will hit his top and have him seeing stars
Fuck a black mask, my mask fit and I'm gon' burn it after
Shoot that M&M right out your hand, not talking Marshall Mathers
Aim on point, it's hitting right, I watch his body scatter
Ripping through the flesh, they picking pieces through his body matter
Shit get wicked, I'm in the field, I feel it getting hot
Fuck a ball court, I'll have them boys to come and take your block
Beam on him, how the fuck he running from this laser dot
Rapping on my name, just stay inside and you could read about it
Cause he died the same way
Not here for all this play play
Strictly business and you talking nothing so just stay safe
Handles with this 30 like I'm Curry on a great day
Posted like I'm 'Iannis, buck 50 get his face shaved
Plugs from Milwaukee, get them in so I can double funds
Money got your bitch wet, she dripping like a honey bun
All my chops dirty so I went and got another gun
[?] got extensions, turn his afro to a messy bun
Windows tinted, black Buick on the FDR
Smoking loud that have me high just like I'm next to stars
The shells I got will lift him up and have him next to God
This moon clip will hit his top and have him seeing stars
Windows tinted, black Buick on the FDR
Smoking loud that have me high just like I'm next to stars
The shells I got will lift him up and have him next to God
This moon clip will hit his top and have him seeing stars
