Superstar

I wanna be a superstar You ever wanted something so bad, you’d sacrifice your Whole life for it I wanna be a superstar Take a walk in my crep C’s up! (here we go) I wanna be a superstar Yeah, that’s the money the fame the paps the mags the Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress I wanna be a superstar To be the best of the best I’ma work til I’m dead Wanna be a superstar nothing more nothing less Dress to impress without trying look I got CD’s who’s Buying At 15 I wasn’t paid in full but I know I had pradas in School, (I was flash) Uniform with the fly jacket, rack sack to match it Swagger I had it Young and easy in front of the camera making all the Pretty girls go mad See the yearbook said I was most likely to be famous Points proved now I can't live my life nameless So I hit the studs Started cutting tunes Minimal facilities in Ironiks room, but we made do Still came through Haters still talking shit so fuck you Lord knows when I started writing bars never ever Thought I’d hit the charts Yeah yeah, C’s up! I wanna be a superstar Yeah, that’s the money the fame the paps the mags the Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress I wanna be a superstar To be the best of the best I’ma work til I’m dead Wanna be a superstar nothing more nothing less Age 17 I was spittin raw Chip Diddy Chip went and Kicked off a riddim war And one label said I just ain't marketable Now who runs the market fool, me! I got the hot verse everybody wants buy Wanna be on everybodys so nigger fuck that Tryina cut but so see whos daring, sharing ain't always Caring I got the haters nostrils flaring, smelling success Got em way stressed Got em way vexed, thinking I fell off you wanna come Test You can go fuck yourself, no latex I ent tryina sleep for life, I’m tryina bring my dream To life Feeling like I ought to fly, don’t ask me why, C’s up! I’m wanna be a superstar Yeah, that’s the money the fame the paps the mags the Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress I’m wanna be a superstar To be the best of the best I’ma work til I’m dead Wanna be a superstar nothing more nothing less I was too fast learning to rhyme now talent got me Caught up living two lives Chart topper everybody know my name but the hood Doesn’t ever change It’s worse when you paid and I’m still the same In my own zone, from the youth club to a live band Live show, street dreams of a teen from the high roll The pap lights blind my eyes, bro I wanna be a superstar Yeah, that’s the money the fame the paps the mags the Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress I wanna be a superstar To be the best of the best I’ma work til I’m dead Wanna be a superstar nothing more nothing less I wanna be a superstar Yeah, that’s the money the fame the paps the mags the Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress I wanna be a superstar To be the best of the best I’ma work til I’m dead Wanna be a superstar nothing more nothing less