Superstar Sh*t (Remix)

[Verse 1]
In my story, I’m the antagonist, I’m
Still trying to find a protagonist, it’s
Just hard, when
No one can do what I do
That’s why I stopped selling my beats
‘Cause nobody else can rap on ‘em
That’s why me featuring me
Is still the best combo
A remarkable feat, it must be 2019
And you can tell ‘cause I got new shit dropping every week
No drop in quality either, y’all just follow your leaders
And I’ma keep this shit in drive while y’all stay feeding your meters
I must have good guy syndrome, check my demeanor
I’m the type to say some shit and then, like, actually mеan it
Don’t get it twisted inside, this isn’t pridе or my ego
But, it seems that y’all confuse my confidence with conceited
This is just me doing research, dissertation’s my songs
Making more off these verses than y'all will make at your jobs, like

{Pre-Chorus]
I think I’ll settle in my groove in twenty-twenty two
I think I really found myself when I discovered you
I think I hold myself for ransom, when it’s obvious
That I’d be fine if I just held myself accountable
I guess I’ve always known the stakes, I mean, I placed ‘em there
So, I can raise ‘em as I please, like I’m DiCaprio
I know that I make it look easy, that’s what time does
And you should see how much my mama made in nine months

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m problematic, but I’m a superstar
And I might never make it big, but I’ve come super far
I wasn’t always great, but I became a star
And just like Dominic, this my superstar shit

[Verse 2]
Yeah, dawg, I’m a superstar
Half of y’all don’t know who you are
I feel like I’m Dominic
What could possibly even go wrong?
Chicken tenders with some hot sauce
Feel like I’m on Hot Ones
Feel like I’m just saying words, trying to buy time ‘til the beat drops
So much for a remix
Always have to make it my song
Half the artists in the industry got songs that ain’t even their songs
Who the fuck is Lil Baby, who the fuck is DaBaby?
What the fuck is a Baby Keem? Are these toddlers all related?
How you think that shit looks to
Someone with a brain cell
I can’t take you serious if it sounds like you drink breastmilk
Why you make these dudes famous?
What does anybody gain from it?
You don’t even really like them, you just like the way their beats bumping
Meanwhile, they don’t make those
Truth told, most rappers don’t
Talk about the bare minimum, ‘cause writing songs is the easy part
You could never ever be me, I do it all, I’m a superstar
Most of y’all just space junk or a quick wish on a shooting star
Y’all ain’t really put the work in, clock in just to clock out
I clock in, turn the clock back, then I make time and throw the clock out
‘Cause I don’t even need to keep track, my timing is what I say so
I breathe this, I am music, my heartbeat is my metronome
My heartbeat is my..