Shooting Starz

[Intro]
Hey
Uh, yeah

[Chorus]
I turned my problems to a passion
Mama, you know your son a dog, you ain't even gotta ask him
Aggressive with it, never movin' passive
'Cause one thing you know, yeah, you gotta let it blow, yeah
Do you believe in shooting stars? Yeah
Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all
Levelheaded, he so focused, they wanna see him fall
Boy, that's a no-no, touch money, touch more

[Verse 1]
Do it for that shorty that won't ever see the other side, like
Look, this the other side
Tell lil' bro 'dem we gon' slide
Five hit my phone every day just to stay afloat
Dealin' with some real-life shit, but he focused, though
Boy, pick your head up, I can hear you in my dreams, yeah
Did it for that lady, rest in peace to Ernest Dean
Your lil' man done growed up, walked in to fuck the floor up
Get him off that liq', he might just trip if he tore up

[Chorus]
I turned my problems to a passion
Mama, you know your son a dog, you ain't even gotta ask him
Aggressive with it, never movin' passive
'Cause one thing you know, yeah, you gotta let it blow, yeah
Do you believe in shooting stars? Yeah
Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all
Levelheaded, he so focused, they wanna see him fall
Boy, that's a no-no, touch money, touch more

[Verse 2]
Get down on my knees every day, I'm sayin' thank you
Might just say the wrong thing 'cause they ain't you
Live your love life on the edge, huh?
Whack him for that lil' shit he said, huh
Big steppin' 'cause I'm steppin' how I 'posed to, yeah
Only showin' love 'cause they know you
Tell me if you feel it, 'cause he feelin' like the realest
Free agent to the game, I got some labels in my mentions
Go and get that shit that you ain't pick up yet
Yeah, your bitch up next, you loaded that stick up, yeah

[Chorus]
I turned my problems to a passion
Mama, you know your son a dog, you ain't even gotta ask him
Aggressive with it, never movin' passive
'Cause one thing you know, yeah, you gotta let it blow, yeah
Do you believe in shooting stars? Yeah
Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all
Levelheaded, he so focused, they wanna see him fall, yeah
Boy, that's a no-no, touch money, touch more

[Verse 3]
How I know you love me? I ain't never feel no real love
Turnt me to a dog, he lost it all, he don't wanna feel love
But he got his bread up, so he got his head up
Spend more time with mama, kill the drama, life ahead of us
Ooh, you a hustler
And if they touch Quita, I buss
You ain't got no time for no tusslin'

[Chorus]
I turned my problems to a passion
Mama, you know your son a dog, you ain't even gotta ask him
Aggressive with it, never movin' passive
'Cause one thing you know, yeah, you gotta let it blow, yeah
Do you believe in shooting stars? Yeah
Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all
Levelheaded, he so focused, they wanna see him fall
Boy, that's a no-no, touch money, touch more

[Outro]
Turnt me to a dog, he lost it all, he don't wanna feel love
But he got his bread up, so he got his head up
Hey, uh, okay
Ooh, you a hustler
And if they touch Quita, I buss