Rockstar - Footz the Beast, J. Stalin

Touched a lot of bands, I hope I think I deserve it

I hope I think I deserve it

This some fucked up shit, lord knows I ain’t perfect

Lord knows I ain’t perfect

We was gettin' money when they was wearing throwback jersey’s

When they was wearing throwback jersey’s

I went from ashy to classy, nigga, so fuck Jergens

Nigga, so fuck Jergens

You ain’t ever been in the car with niggas with the murder

I ain’t ever changed, my nigga, that’s on purpose

Ain’t enough money in the world, I think it’s worth it

Every time I leave shows over closed curtains

Bitch, I don’t answer the phone 'cause I be workin'

And they can pull up and get this curbside service

Niggas try and post with the kid but they be nervous

But I’ma Get Rich or Die Tryin' like Curtis

I’m still in the dope game

Made a name off of cocaine

Posted on the corner all night

Fresh up out the trap, bitch, I’ma still need a shower

But who gives a fuck when you makin' a thousand an hour

When you was sellin' my momma dope

I was sellin' yo' momma the same thing

Still chasin' the hun, not able to get no sleep

I sleep with one eye open

It’s the grim reaper chasin' me

It’s the grim reaper chasin' me

Nightmares, I wake up in a cold sweat

You a slave to a king, I put a rope no your neck

I ain’t nobody, I’m just a nigga who write the checks

Niggas found me in the West, on the corner with crack

Put me in the car, said they needed me in the lab

I had just sold a half, I had zips of some more shit

I was outside grindin', never on no ho shit

'Cause 'round here you get your mothafuckin' dome split

And if a nigga ever run outta crack

Believe, I ain’t gon' think twice 'bout puttin' a monkey on your back

And if a nigga ever run outta crack

Believe, I ain’t gon' think twice 'bout puttin' a monkey on your back

I’m still in the dope game

Made a name off of cocaine

Posted on the corner all night

Fresh up out the trap, bitch, I’ma still need a shower

But who gives a fuck when you makin' a thousand an hour

When you was sellin' my momma dope

I was sellin' yo' momma the same thing

Still chasin' the hun, not able to get no sleep

I sleep with one eye open

It’s the grim reaper chasin' me

It’s the grim reaper chasin' me

Black and tar bags

Niggas know I’ma rockstar

They don’t come around 'cause we done paid off the cop cars

We done paid off the cop cars

We done paid off the cop cars

Black and tar bags

Niggas know I’ma rockstar

They don’t come around 'cause we done paid off the cop cars

We done paid off the cop cars

We done paid off the cop cars

I’m still in the dope game

Made a name off of cocaine

Posted on the corner all night

Fresh up out the trap, bitch, I’ma still need a shower

But who gives a fuck when you makin' a thousand an hour

When you was sellin' my momma dope

I was sellin' yo' momma the same thing

Still chasin' the hun, not able to get no sleep

I sleep with one eye open

It’s the grim reaper chasin' me

It’s the grim reaper chasin' me