INTERSTELLA

[Chorus]
This life shit a game, I’m winning it
3 5 of the pure, no filament
Said they mad ‘cause the way that I’m billing it
I’m masking the pain, I ain’t feeling it
Still look good in the rain, I’m killing it
Put my heart on a track, they’re wheeling it
Wear my scars on my back, I’m healing it
Swag, they’re stealing it
But it’s ok ‘cause I’m doing it better
They ain’t rocking the shadows like me
Ain’t putting the demons on like a sweater
Feelings all up on my sleeve but watch how I cheese
I’m tucking it back in the cellar
Keeping it calm ‘cause I ain't a teller
So they know me as a nonchalant fella
At the end of the day it don’t matter
As soon as they say “bib sama you’re interstellar”

[Verse]
Bib sama you’re such a star
How the fuck do you shine from a far
I’ve been doing this shit for a long time
Grinding it out so they know that I’m fucking hard
Sat back for a while, now I’m fucking charged
You don’t wanna see me out the fucking yard
See me out the fucking crib
Man I’m showing these kids how to live
I’m putting them on to the Helmut Lang
I’m putting them on to that new Golf Wang
I’m putting them on to a Japanese brand
If I said out their name, man they wouldn’t understand
“Ay my darg, what you got over your eyes?”
Man I said it’s a ’98 frame Ray Bans
Gotta cover my eyes cos they think I’m the man
Let me take you to where it began
South-West
2000 and something, ducking and weaving the bailiffs
Linkin Park, Papa Roach, AKG up in my playlist
Back then, Limewire my favourite
I was cranking that superman shameless
Be a liar if I said it was painless
But look at me, lil bib you made it
Didn’t need no rustle or tussling
Didn’t need to do no hustling
Just know I was (uh) straight muscling
Told mummy don’t pay for that trip
Save the bread for the shopping list
Writing down all the shit that I wish
I could be when I’m older
Ticking off right now I’m fucking it

[Chorus]
This life shit a game, I’m winning it
3 5 of the pure, no filament
Said they mad ‘cause the way that I’m billing it
I’m masking the pain, I ain’t feeling it
Still look good in the rain, I’m killing it
Put my heart on a track, they’re wheeling it
Wear my scars on my back, I’m healing it
Swag, they’re stealing it
But it’s ok ‘cause I’m doing it better
They ain’t rocking the shadows like me
Ain’t putting the demons on like a sweater
Feelings all up on my sleeve but watch how I cheese
I’m tucking it back in the cellar
Keeping it calm ‘cause I ain't a teller
So they know me as a nonchalant fella
At the end of the day it don’t matter
As soon as they say “bib sama you’re interstellar”