Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rockstar , by - Footz the BeastRelease date: 12.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rockstar |
| Touched a lot of bands, I hope I think I deserve it |
| I hope I think I deserve it |
| This some fucked up shit, lord knows I ain’t perfect |
| Lord knows I ain’t perfect |
| We was gettin' money when they was wearing throwback jersey’s |
| When they was wearing throwback jersey’s |
| I went from ashy to classy, nigga, so fuck Jergens |
| Nigga, so fuck Jergens |
| You ain’t ever been in the car with niggas with the murder |
| I ain’t ever changed, my nigga, that’s on purpose |
| Ain’t enough money in the world, I think it’s worth it |
| Every time I leave shows over closed curtains |
| Bitch, I don’t answer the phone 'cause I be workin' |
| And they can pull up and get this curbside service |
| Niggas try and post with the kid but they be nervous |
| But I’ma Get Rich or Die Tryin' like Curtis |
| I’m still in the dope game |
| Made a name off of cocaine |
| Posted on the corner all night |
| Fresh up out the trap, bitch, I’ma still need a shower |
| But who gives a fuck when you makin' a thousand an hour |
| When you was sellin' my momma dope |
| I was sellin' yo' momma the same thing |
| Still chasin' the hun, not able to get no sleep |
| I sleep with one eye open |
| It’s the grim reaper chasin' me |
| It’s the grim reaper chasin' me |
| Nightmares, I wake up in a cold sweat |
| You a slave to a king, I put a rope no your neck |
| I ain’t nobody, I’m just a nigga who write the checks |
| Niggas found me in the West, on the corner with crack |
| Put me in the car, said they needed me in the lab |
| I had just sold a half, I had zips of some more shit |
| I was outside grindin', never on no ho shit |
| 'Cause 'round here you get your mothafuckin' dome split |
| And if a nigga ever run outta crack |
| Believe, I ain’t gon' think twice 'bout puttin' a monkey on your back |
| And if a nigga ever run outta crack |
| Believe, I ain’t gon' think twice 'bout puttin' a monkey on your back |
| I’m still in the dope game |
| Made a name off of cocaine |
| Posted on the corner all night |
| Fresh up out the trap, bitch, I’ma still need a shower |
| But who gives a fuck when you makin' a thousand an hour |
| When you was sellin' my momma dope |
| I was sellin' yo' momma the same thing |
| Still chasin' the hun, not able to get no sleep |
| I sleep with one eye open |
| It’s the grim reaper chasin' me |
| It’s the grim reaper chasin' me |
| Black and tar bags |
| Niggas know I’ma rockstar |
| They don’t come around 'cause we done paid off the cop cars |
| We done paid off the cop cars |
| We done paid off the cop cars |
| Black and tar bags |
| Niggas know I’ma rockstar |
| They don’t come around 'cause we done paid off the cop cars |
| We done paid off the cop cars |
| We done paid off the cop cars |
| I’m still in the dope game |
| Made a name off of cocaine |
| Posted on the corner all night |
| Fresh up out the trap, bitch, I’ma still need a shower |
| But who gives a fuck when you makin' a thousand an hour |
| When you was sellin' my momma dope |
| I was sellin' yo' momma the same thing |
| Still chasin' the hun, not able to get no sleep |
| I sleep with one eye open |
| It’s the grim reaper chasin' me |
| It’s the grim reaper chasin' me |