The Stars

[Intro: Jupiter Jim] She said she read the stars She doesn’t like my odds Guess we’ll see how I play my cards… I said “what’s your religion?” She said she practice Christian Wasn’t too good at it… Probably cause of hood habits You’re lying to yourself if I ain’t killing this Middle finger to the moron who ain’t feeling this Murder I should get sentencing for these sentences Recognize my agenda is getting green photosynthesis They playing games from the beginning, Sega Genesis They so sensitive, try some love and tenderness… I say eff them in the AM or the PM All my jeans is European They ain’t in the league that we in That’s why [Hook: Jupiter Jim] Your girlfriend blowing up my cellphone ( I got it) All the OGs, I’ma keep it real for them (I’m bout it) T-t-they ain’t got nothing round here for them ( I doubt it) Hardheaded kids, I’ma make it clear for them (Yeah) They talking about me (huh?) They blogging about me (yeah) They talking about me (huh) They blogging about me You haters need to chill… Whaddown Joe? What’s popping shorty? [Verse 2: Jupiter Jim] They taught us how to treat these girls They taught us how to wear our clothes So how we end up where we are? I guess the world will never know My pants sagging My soul’s tatted Keep a new girl That’s an old habbit I know it’s been a while since you got the whole package How I describe these dudes? So average And I’m big chief of my circles I’m Stefan and y’all Urkles All my hits bang like Kirko I want on stage, no first row I want sharks all in my back yard Royces in my front yard All eyes on me now I got no choice but to stunt hard I’m so far above so far All my stuff sound like Mozart Act like this don’t go hard These niggas always post hard I’m Jupiter the Conqueror Come see me in concert They just give them to me, I don’t ever ask for numbers That’s why [Hook: Jupiter Jim] Your girlfriend blowing up my cellphone ( I got it) All the OGs, I’ma keep it real for them (I’m bout it) T-t-they ain’t got nothing round here for them ( I doubt it) Hardheaded kids, I’ma make it clear for them (Yeah) They talking about me (huh?) They blogging about me (yeah) They talking about me (huh) They blogging about me You haters need to chill… Whaddown Joe? What’s popping shorty?