Star In The Hood

Lyrics

Star in the hood, got a star in my waist, got stars in the Wraith
 Blend that cocaine straight down to the fucking cocaine vase
 Made that bitch do a line, now she giving me the cocaine face
 I caught a chase, jumped out on foot, now I got case
 Feds wanna stop me for a pic, but a nigga got a blicky on the waist
 A nigga just hit me on Wickr and said I got a bricky on the way
 I got a bitch with 4.5mil' followers sitting on my face
 Face lift that lil' boy then I just jump in the spaceship
 Look at my eyes, darling, I ain't even gotta lie
 I'm still on this case, darling, and I'm looking at some time
 Prosecution offering some years, we're taking it to trial
 I'll stick to the G code, darling
 Get a bird, I'ma take it with a smile
 I got smoke in the whip, darling, darling
 And I serve like Federer, I'm trapping all night
 And I don't discriminate, darling, darling
 I got cats with autism and cats that are blind
 47,000 tickets were sold on tour, Craig, testify
 I can cross my heart, I can swear on my life
 (True stories)
 Shut the fuck up when you talk about beef
 I'm a chef, I might serve you that (Chef)
 Thought you was a gangster but I could
 Tell you're a neek when I heard you rap
 And if my young G ain't got weed
 Don't piss him off 'cause he might turn you Pac (Greaze)
 Now you got two jakes chilling by your bedside
 'Cause the killys might circle back (Icy)
 Walk past, got the girls turning back
 Scratching weave, breaking necks (Sexy)
 And your girl talk too much but she
 Got a big back, nice face and chest (Sexy)
 I got millis in the bank but I still had
 Swag them times I was making less (Bo, Bo, Bo)
 Shank in my jeans when I'm beating your wife
 That's what I call the safest sex
 Star in the hood from time
 You can put that on Tinchy Stryds (Tings in boots)
 Call me a legend when they see me
 My nigga, I ain't even gotta die (Mmm-hmm)
 How are you a G.O.A.T. in the game? You ain't even did no time (Just come)
 I come through in Off-White
 I don't know Virgil, my nigga, I pay for mine
 Rap nigga dissing
 I don't even wanna diss him 'cause I know say the pussy's unstable
 Had his baby mama at mine, she's fine
 Doing lines on the dining room table
 Tit for tat, I'm all right
 Let's play, she'll buss it open on Mother's Day
 I hear you saying you'll buss your ting
 You could never put that on nanny's grave
 Star in the hood, got a star in my waist, got stars in the Wraith
 Blend that cocaine straight down to the fucking cocaine vase
 Made that bitch do a line, now she giving me the cocaine face
 I caught a chase, jumped out on foot, now I got case
 Feds wanna stop me for a pic, but a nigga got a blicky on the waist
 A nigga just hit me on Wickr and said I got a bricky on the way
 I got a bitch with 4.5mil' followers sitting on my face
 Face lift that lil' boy then I just jump in the spaceship
 

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Duration
02:38
Key
1
Tempo
146 BPM

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