| You cannot be me | 
| (ha ha) | 
| Deke what I tell you! | 
| What I tell you! | 
| Look at they face now! | 
| You cats cannot be me it’s only one me | 
| Look at they face now! | 
| Stupid! | 
| All of them! | 
| I’m not the second nobody, it’s one me | 
| I told you it was gon happen! | 
| You can be that way if you want, it’s me | 
| Now look at they face! | 
| Look at them crawlin on they knees! | 
| Sigel | 
| Why niggas can’t never just play they part | 
| Gotta be the first ones that say they talk | 
| Say they said, first ones to say they did | 
| Can’t never be they self gotta play that kid | 
| You know the same young buck you let touch the coke | 
| And now that he come up he wanna cut your throat | 
| And you gave from the block, put em to your neck | 
| Now he givin you a Glock puttin it to your neck | 
| You know that same bitch said don’t fuck with him | 
| That nigga no good ain’t no trust in him | 
| Two days later see her in a truck with him | 
| Two years later now that bitch stuck with twins | 
| That nigga been broke wide now she fuck his friends | 
| Got a lap dance in bars and touch them ends | 
| Time uncovered a veil over people’s plots | 
| And the dumb shit they do to get on top | 
| CHORUS: Nafeisa and Beanie Mac | 
| Everybody wants to be a star | 
| Everybody wanna be a star, don’t wanna be who they are | 
| Everybody wants to be a star | 
| Every bitch wanna hop in your car, every hater wanna give you scars | 
| Man every fucking day, these no flow niggas | 
| Always in my face, with they promo niggas | 
| I thought I told y’all, I don’t know Jigga | 
| I’m not Beanie Sigel, and I don’t flow neither | 
| What happened to your keys and dreams of being cracklords | 
| Now it’s Trinities, MP’s and trackboards | 
| I switched my hustle to get this cream | 
| Now everybody and they mom wanna spit 16 | 
| I got niggas wastin they change to get in this game | 
| Like shit gon change when they get in this game | 
| You think it’s just rhymes and beats | 
| Man this shit’s stress time and heat, deadlines to meet | 
| Everybody wanna come cry to me, come spit they little lines to me | 
| You shouldn’t of lied to me, naw dog you can’t rhyme wit me | 
| Like you tied to me, like I don’t see what you tryin na be | 
| CHORUS (addition) | 
| Stop tryin na be a star, be who you are | 
| Maybe you will go a little far | 
| Man I ain’t gon lie I thought all the glitz was gold | 
| And like Jay (I watched the truth unfold) | 
| And now that I got a little time in with this rhymin | 
| I found out everything that shine ain’t a diamond | 
| Everything that come in a jar ain’t dro | 
| Ain’t no use you spittin them bars you can’t flow | 
| Ain’t no use you gettin that R if it don’t glow | 
| And ain’t no use you gettin a car if you can’t go | 
| Get out the streets, haters will draw you back | 
| Like an automatic weapon that’ll pull you back | 
| Load somethin in the brain just to see you snap | 
| I try to maintain but I see they trap | 
| See they plot, you can see me not | 
| You can be me not, niggas wanna see me popped, see me locked | 
| See me in the block, send me shots, do anything to be on top |