POP STAR

[Intro]
My nephew the one that, know what I'm sayin', really broadcast this shit live
You understand me?
Show you how we poppin' this shit, out here in rare form with this shit
You know what I mean? Boy, real shit, no disrespect
I don't— I don't know who you is, real shit, but you know what I mean?
Boy, fuck ya

[Chorus: Cantrell]
All my women bad, know they mad that they lost me
One look at my call log, ooh, it's like a mosh pit
I been paying dues, boy, don't ask what it cost me
I am not a pop star, really I just pop shit
Huh, yeah, I just pop shit
I ain't get a penny for my time, but the watch sick
Don't know what they thought, let 'em talk, it's just gossip
I'ma chase a milli' with my dog, split the profit

[Verse 1: Cantrell]
They want me the rappin' black Bieber
But mama had to whip, whip Bieber
They think I'm a new jack, rap like a vet, two-seater
Truck full of all of my negus, for reala, ayy

[Chorus: Cantrell]
All my women bad, know they mad that they lost me
One look at my call log, ooh, it's like a mosh pit
I been paying dues, boy, don't ask what it cost me
I am not a pop star, really I just pop shit
Huh, yeah, I just pop shit
I ain't get a penny for my time, but the watch sick
Don't know what they thought, let 'em talk, it's just gossip
I'ma chase a milli' with my dog—

[Verse 2: Cantrell]
Got a baby at the crib, so I gotta get rich
If it's money on his head, put a dot on that bitch
This is God talk, nigga, fuck a lottery pick
I'm from the bottom with this
I mean I— (Hmm, wait)
I been doing this shit since I was a jit, I just flick wrist
Dipshits, tell 'em that you rap, they just nitpick
Sick bitch, I could put your crib in my spirit, boy, this rich shit
I might throw some D's on that bitch, get it lit, lit
Okay, young boy selling that audio crack, make the devil mad
Friends on my line, shawty on my line, say that we don't talk enough
I can sit with you or run the numbers and the summer up
I'm numbing up

[Verse 3: Louis IV]
Yeah
I am not a pop star, nigga, I'm a block star
Can't expect that boy to keep it gangster if he not one
Every time I post a different bitch, I gotta block some
That shit embarrassing
The way I'm poppin' shit off in this bitch, they say I'm arrogant
My main bitch at the W, my side ho at the Sheraton
Don't run your mouth too much, my dogs'll load up in that Caravan (Shh)
Send the blitz please, get a nigga Swiss cheesed
I been pullin' up in different whips since I was sixteen
Told lil' mama she gon' need a pillow for her bent knees
I been running up that dirty money, but it print clean
Okay

[Chorus: Cantrell]
All my women bad, know they mad that they lost me
One look at my call log, ooh, it's like a mosh pit
I been paying dues, boy, don't ask what it cost me
I am not a pop star, really I just pop shit
Huh, yeah, I just pop shit
I ain't get a penny for my time, but the watch sick
Don't know what they thought, let 'em talk, it's just gossip
I'ma chase a milli' with my dog, split the profit

[Outro: Cousin Uey]
What up, cuz?
This Cousin Uey bringin' you some light and a thought to think twice
Water gives life and found in anything
Fire gives life, but devours many things
This is life
This is growth and its plight
What's left and what's right?
What have you found being lost? Hopefully, it's God, imagine being Christ
Given life to give your life
Shade comes when you giving light
Look outside yourself to get insight
Look within to see him, her, and them and then you'll get it right
We're all the same, just yin and yang, identical different thangs
What you give, you gain
What you lost, you give
This is the giver's pain
But who could you really blame?
And what is healing without any pain?