ROCKSTAR

[Chorus: Jamar Rose]
Yeah, bitch, I'm feeling like a Rockstar
Pulled up in the Lambo, but I left out in a cop car
Pants down, damn, caught me fucking on a pop star
Give a fuck about the spot, we pulling up and pop stars
And we might just pull your card like a Hallmark
Get that boy burnt from the toaster like a popfart
And we don't play 'round, we spray rounds
If I slide, then I swing like a playground

[Verse 1: Lord Death]
Big Lord Death dropping buckets when it's game time
'Bout to headbang, dreads swang, I got hang time
Underworld gang, we the fam, I got mob ties
I could leave your body sketched in chalk like a outline
Don't got respect for no bitches that's run through
She said she love me, I told that bitch fuck you!
Nigga such a bitch, I think that nigga need a muzzle
Call up J Rose, he find the pieces to the puzzle

[Verse 2: Callon B]
Long trench coat, big dick on the inside
Dark shades any time of day 'cause I'm big blind
Blown shit down, cat piss when the moon rise
We disturbed, now we see the world in a new light
Woke up with a hangover, I'mma die a legend
Pussy ass rappers sugar coat it, they be diabetic
Man of science, put my hand to Zion through these dianetics
Porn stars and the foreign cars, that's where I am headed, haha
Ay, locksmith, dreads knock a bitch in the moshpit
Godsend, got it fucked up 'cause I'm conscious
Fear no man, no plan for the fallen
We get obnoxious, look what it cost him
Yak puddles, pour one for my homie, I'm still breaking down my last bundle
Elbows on my table, motherfucker, this the last supper
Five Finger ring on me, bitch, you feel these brass knuckles
Know I keep that sting on me, hit you with this mad ruckus, ah

[Chorus: Jamar Rose]
Bitch, I'm feeling like a Rockstar
Pulled up in the Lambo, but I left out in a cop car
Pants down, damn, caught me fucking on a pop star
Give a fuck about the spot, we pulling up and pop stars
And we might just pull your card like a Hallmark
Get that boy burnt from the toaster like a popfart
And we don't play 'round, we spray rounds
If I slide, then I swing like a playground

[Verse 3: LIME KING]
Ay, we fuck it up
Feeling like I'm scraggy 'cause I always keep it tucked
That boy tryna pressure me, I pull up with a pump
Gat pack a punch, we ain't tryna say what's up
Turn that boy to a zombie, how am I scared when he rocks Abercrombie?
Got a suppresser, not talking Salome
But I guess it's still a stick, bitch
Shot the blicky, got him zipping like a ripstick
Ah, I'm a psycho
Talking shit on Twitter, now he saying it's a typo
How you talking shit when your main bitch is sucking my toe?
Said he got a draco, that's a geico
How you know my name and still wonder how I got the crown?
My reign undisputed, they be talking shit in proper nouns
When I'm on my block, I have not seen an op around
Got that black mamba mentality, I ain't gon' put the Chopper down, ahahaha, bitch!

[Chorus: Jamar Rose]
Yeah, bitch, I'm feeling like a Rockstar
Pulled up in the Lambo, but I left out in a cop car
Pants down, damn, caught me fucking on a pop star
Give a fuck about the spot, we pulling up and pop stars
And we might just pull your card like a Hallmark
Get that boy burnt from the toaster like a popfart
And we don't play 'round, we spray rounds
If I slide, then I swing like a playground