Lyrics Popstar Shit - Fudge

Popstar Shit

I’m rock 'n rolling
Lock, Stock, & Two Smoking Barrels with my homies
London boy, Jason Statham
(?) if I go to prison
These niggas know my vision, I don’t need no revision
I get money all the ways that I had dreamed of, this rhythm
I got to get them
Drop so much hot shit like Sriracha dinner
They pulling cards, Imma go fish 'em
I promise I don’t trust no nigga (none of you)
If God didn’t have a sense of humor, why’d he make me funny
And if you grew up ugly then you probably getting money
And if you grew up cocky then you probably working (?)
Punk nigga, you went left trying to punk niggas
You so dramatic, (?) niggas
And now you blowing (?) niggas
These black shades, I’m the one nigga
Mr. Anderson, don’t embarrass him
I’m doging bullets, Jackie Chan and them
Get stripped like (?) and them
Quality shit talking talking
Rockstar shit, popstar shit
I’m a seedless nigga get a popstar bitch
Yeah
Dark alleyways got celebrities doing cocaine
All they wanna do is come back like Rogaine
Shit get me shook when the door close
Cause they got some more hoes
So they could deliver like DiGiornos
That’s the point of hoes
I’m sipping liquor just so I can figure
All the times that I felt like a bitch
When I was dreaming of a championship
Last picked in my recess click
And try to bury all the memories
Rearrange, your energy building
Shows I done filled it
Hit up hoes from way back when
Then hit it off of guilt shit
I could be a business
Or I could get a whip and try to fly if off a building
Which one would make me less pussy
Which one would make me less shook
Which one would make me living legend
Get a reverend
Tell him bless him, he’s a master do not test him
Heaven sent him, lie a message
Keenan Ivory got the letter
Nigga