Rockstar!

(Hook) Uhh, uhhhhh, yea this my life I’m a real rockstar yea hop right in my jet we gone fly to planet mars yea, gotta take a risk yea ima really risk it All yea (yea ima really risk it all yea)

Yea Im a rockstar I am not a pop star, remember when I was broke and I was steady eating pop tarts, yea I had a strong heart but shawty knew my soft spot she’ll never leave my side cause she was with me from the damn start, foreign got a push start, but I still drive a box car, rolling up that gas ion care if The block hot, cuz bitch I am a rockstar living like crazy, jump right off the stage yea I hope the crowd save me, praying to the lord that I can see a day or three, homie got locked up then he started begging for a plea, I don’t play no games when it come to stacking up this green, pockets so fat yea she steady looking at my jeans, ya she like “damn boy why u so damn fly?” Baby I don’t wanna talk just let me nut right in yo eye, but after we done we can just chill and talk about lifeeeeee