Popstar

I don't wanna sound too selfish (mm)
But sometimes I can't help it (mm)
So I'ma just be honest for a minute and
If you don't like that shit then
I- That's too bad, I guess (is this a BLK beat?)

I wanna be a popstar, rockstar, whatever you call it
I want sold-out shows, want my money to be solid
For that on stage rush, I might walk right out of college
And get on a jet, you can wake me up when I'm ballin'

I’m so sick of all the same old
The same o-old
Get my ass off payroll (hah)
Payro-oll
No more nine-to-five (no more of that shit)
Woah-o-oh
Wanna feel ali-ive
Woah-o-oh

[X2] Because there’s too much pressure
And I don’t know how to stand, know how to stand
If I were two shots lesser
Maybe I’d still give a damn, still give a damn
I wanna big stage, want my name all up in lights
Want every mixtape that I drop to play all night
I know I shoot high (too high) tryna be a star
I'ma glow so much see me everywhere you are

I wanna be a popstar, rockstar, whatever you call it
I want sold-out shows, want my money to be solid
For that on stage rush, I might walk right out of college
And get on a jet, you can wake me up when I'm ballin'

When I touch it it turn gold, what the fuck you think I'm paid for
Louis bags and goyard all over the table
Get it on my own I'ma do it with no label
I’m just focused on my goals don’t mistake me for an a-hole

I know they watching and they plotting always tryna come in touch
Carbon copies cause I’m poppin’ gotta leave em in the dust
If you weren’t there when I was low don’t wanna see you when I’m up
It’s my time if you don’t like it well I do not give a fuck

Because there’s too much pressure
And I don’t know how to stand, know how to stand
If I were two shots lesser
Maybe I’d still give a damn, still give a damn

I wanna be a popstar, rockstar, whatever you call it
I want sold-out shows, want my money to be solid
For that on stage rush, I might walk right out of college
And get on a jet, you can wake me up when I’m ballin’

I wanna be a popstar, rockstar, whatever you call it
I want sold-out shows, want my money to be solid
For that on stage rush, I might walk right out of college
And get on a jet, you can wake me up when I’m ballin’