Like A Star

Millz
Young Money
Harlem
What it is?
Uhh
My mama always said I was just like a star, I was in the sky
And now that I’m shining I see why
See baby I ain’t just talking, I really do my my my
My motherf***ing thing and that’s 'til I die
I go hard, so hard on them
Shine bright like a star on them
Stand out like the hair, do a Marge on them
Simpson, I’m different, you cliché
My lambo mr Simpson, it’s orange, call it O. J
Ungrateful or angry, no way
I almost died twice so my smile is on Colgate
God is great, life is good, so I’m OK
I got a plaque coming and a chick that tastes like rosé
The amputed quote me, so potent you can smoke me
I’m in the sky bitch, tell them scope me
New sports car, like fuck a tint
I’m really out here riding on success
And I’m loving it
Hood Rich bitch
My mama always said I was just like a star, I was in the sky
And now that I’m shining I see why
See baby I ain’t just talking, I really do my my my
My motherfucking thing and that’s 'til I die
I go hard, so hard on them
Shine bright like a star on them
Can’t leave the game alone I’m going Brett Favre on them
And my teachers used to tell me ain’t no guarantees
When it comes to rap but I
I made a reality out of my fantasy
Clean cut, clean fit with the Jordan’s on
But still
I remember standing in that line on McDonalds with burger money but couldn’t
afford the meal
Now I’m in France at the Sofitel, write some bills
Glass of ice with Gireel and I’m loving it