My First Single

Death killed the 16 years old pop star Age, game and number, if I’m rich he giving life jar Shades of a show man, the industry is dirt I be damned if I’m Gary Coleman, trust fund living Perfected to the tea, sweet mix no lipton Niggas back pedalling, eating with my elbows on the table I’m settled in, immaculate taste Make sure it’s penciled letterman First class flight, being greased with different women Lookin for a tip in life But hey, shit don’t always go my way But baby girl for tonight, you can make my day The allure of a rock star, damn I embrace In my 15 star and now we’ll go I know it’s getting kinda hard bein patient Second place finish is my nigga’s back home 13 getting millitant, shots to your cranium Elephant in the room, leave the team in the stadium 4th quarter michael, listen up I’m speaking publicly It’s lonely at the top, I’ll be damned if I need company Accompanied by the team of course A bunch of gone rascals We the team of choice, a few lucky ladies And a coupel sneakers connaisseurs, eating the green Like a bunch of healthy omnivores Eating like a giant, big butter till you eli Put surgical precision down feel, throwing bomb fly Word to these sp’s, george forman, southpark Heavy handed left be, you looking at a premadon surely Magic Johnson, pick and roll to James Worthy Show time, lucky late girls I done laced up Fucking the game niggas watching how I came up My watch suicide, no time for waiting Never be compased, you niggas can’t be sleepin Something like a lesbian, the way my niggas eating