Rockstar Lifestyle

[Intro: DTE Lil DayDay & SCY Jimm]
(Mmm, WoodleyOnThaBeat)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Jimm, what it is, nigga?

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
Look, rockstar lifestyle, I pray to God I make it (I pray to God I make it)
All these diamonds on me, dare one of you fuck niggas try to take it (Come here)
I'm a real trench baby, it's in my blood, I ain't gotta fake it (On God)
Since he talkin' to the pigs, we gon' turn that nigga ass to bacon (Glaow, ayy)

[Bridge: SCY Jimm]
(Ayy, yeah, hold on, yeah)
Ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: SCY Jimm]
Fuck a Friday, me and DayDay in this bitch, it's only Sunday (Hoo, hoo)
I got two hoes in the backseat of the coupe, we on the oneway (Hoo)
I done sold a thousand grams, it's only right I keep it 1K (On gang)
If I keep snappin' like this, I know that I'm gon' make it one day
Could've been blew up, but I was busy tryna take some' (I was busy tryna take somе shit)
I was outchea broke as fuck, bitch, I had to make somе' (On gang, lil' nigga)
Your dawg died, yeen ain't tryna slide, you busy tryna make songs (How the fuck?)
Lil' bruh in the cut with that frrt, he tryna face some'

[Verse 2: DTE Lil DayDay]
Roll up, that shit get fish filleted (Frrt), we take shit on dinner dates (Oh, yeah)
Oh, you must ain't heard about the last nigga? He couldn't hit the brakes
That ARP shoot very fast, nigga, you better tie your lace (Tapped)
We bent the block, ain't no escape, he tried to run, he met the Drac' (Come here)
So that's another dirty 'K, his bodybag got put away (Most def')
We shakin' shit with .308s, that boy ain't blow, he jumped the gate (Oh, yeah)
I got the gas, could wake and bake, Glock blow up the plug just for a plate (Go get it)
Stick and move, no time to waste, just poured up a four, I'm feelin' great (Yeah)
Was on us, I did the chase, we burnin' up, we got away (We geekin')

[Chorus: SCY Jimm]
Look, rockstar lifestyle, I pray to God I make it (I pray to God I make it)
All these diamonds on me, dare one of you fuck niggas try to take it (Come here)
I'm a real trench baby, it's in my blood, I ain't gotta fake it (On God)
Since he talkin' to the pigs, we gon' turn that nigga ass to bacon (Glaow, ayy)

[Verse 3: SCY Jimm]
Turn a bitch ass 'to some food (Glaow, glaow, hoo)
Niggas be cappin' for the 'net, they puttin' on for views (On gang)
And I'm quick to up that heater (Ayy), that's why I be tryin' to keep my cool (Aight)
Young nigga world, all we know is get this money, break the rules
Heavy motion, even when I'm sittin' still, I'm makin' moves, heavy motion, nigga, uh
Quick to fuck a nigga over (Huh?), I put lean inside my soda (I put lean inside my Sprite)
I'll book a rapper and rob him, I couldn't be no damn promoter (On gang, nigga)
And my T-shirt slim fit, I came out the pussy a soldier (Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo)
Broke that shit inside her chest, my heart cold as North Dakota (Yeah)

[Outro: SCY Jimm]
Broke that shit inside her chest, my heart cold as North Dakota