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11 - Stars (feat. Yasiin Bey)

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[00:58.62] Oh, woah, woah

[01:02.60] Look, uh

[01:04.73] Baby girl, have faith in a nigga without a job

[01:07.12] And let a nigga stay at your place

[01:08.71] Play it for your friends when I drop a mixtape

[01:10.57] Both of us will win if I get a big break

[01:12.44] Broke nigga dick? Baby, had a long day

[01:14.57] Tryna get rich, buy you Dolce

[01:16.70] And Gabbana, baby, just be honest

[01:18.55] Don't be tryna play me, I'm an artist, baby, I'm an artist

[01:20.41] Baby, I'm an artist (and I'm sensitive about my shit)

[01:22.81] I been tryna make it on my grind, I'm takin' what is mine

[01:24.94] I'm racin' with the time

[01:26.28] I been tryna make it at my hardest, makin' it a promise

[01:29.19] Chasin' with my heart in it

[01:30.79] I just gotta make it to the stars, a spaceship or a rocket

[01:33.18] Paintin', I'm an artist

[01:34.77] I'm just tryna make it as an artist (and I'm sensitive about my shit)

[01:36.90] I just gotta make it

[01:38.49] Heavy way to hold the head and notice

[01:41.69] Just a long and cold and scary

[01:45.67] But I don't even feel a thing no more

[01:48.32] I set my goals and I'm prepared (look-look-look-look-look, uh)

[01:53.90] But will you be there? (Look, uh)

[01:55.76] Everybody wanna come and hang with the stars

[01:56.56] Pinky ring, chain, bling-bling and the cars

[01:57.62] A hundred miles an hour on the way to Lee-R

[01:59.22] You don't even believe in Jesus wearin' Christian Dior

[02:00.54] You crazy on a Twitter, who we need for PR?

[02:03.73] You out of control, P-O-W-E-R

[02:05.58] Went to the head and now you doin' bodily harm

[02:07.71] On the meds and nobody wanna say

[02:09.57] Because they scared to lose a gig

[02:10.90] But yeah-yeah, you wanna be JID, kid

[02:12.50] I used to wanna be Jay, I used to wanna be Wayne

[02:14.09] I used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3K

[02:16.21] And all my homegirls wanted to be Beyoncé

[02:18.33] (Can you pay my telephone bills?)

[02:22.06] Woah, shit, I was just lookin' for a deal

[02:23.39] Workin' so hard, had to sharpen my skills

[02:26.04] Work with my dawgs, still sharpen my steel

[02:28.16] Was still in apartments, stealin' and starvin'

[02:30.57] Fast-forward, I'm in a buildin' with stars

[02:32.43] And I got in Yachty car, he got stars in the ceilin'

[02:34.02] Pause for a minute (wait)

[02:35.68] Gotta know the difference in the stars and the gimmicks

[02:37.54] Are you really in it for the arts or the image?

[02:39.40] Do you really live it in your heart and spirit?

[02:41.52] It's part of all you are, and all you isn't

[02:44.72] Heavy way to hold the head and notice (trust your vision)

[02:47.91] Just a long and cold and scary (trust your vision)

[02:51.35] But I don't even feel a thing no more

[02:53.21] I set my goals and I'm prepared

[02:56.67] But will you be there?

[02:59.06] And now, a word from our ancestors

[03:03.84] Man, I, I like these new slaves

[03:06.23] Your chain hangin', bling swingin', back breakin'

[03:07.55] But it's gleamin', problem posture, double cup leanin'

[03:11.00] Slide, slouchin' tiger, pimpin' dragon on swagger

[03:13.94] VVS is very vertebrae snappin', lights flashin'

[03:16.87] A manicured appearance concealin' the shattered spirit

[03:20.32] Jinn sneerin' out the paradox prism

[03:22.71] The palace as the prison, retail religion

[03:24.31] Red carpet constriction, freedom as the fiction

[03:29.08] As nigga raised specific as race really existin'

[03:31.50] Man, get the bag, you're trippin'

[03:33.35] Go 'head partner, hit this, sip this

[03:35.21] Wishlist, hitlist, top ten, shit list, bitchless

[03:37.60] Chickless, playmate, playboy, flip sides, same coin, big front

[03:41.86] But no joy, yuck, oh boy, hot girls, cold hearts

[03:45.83] Taxman like the Taliban and ISIS

[03:48.23] No relation to class of Osiris

[03:50.63] Kissin' cousins 'til the climbin' gas prices kill a climate

[03:52.21] Yikes-es, sucker, mean muggin', who the nicest?

[03:56.46] A promised death known is what they life is

[04:00.97] They tap in, they tap out like a tabloid typist

[04:02.83] They touch too tiny to the titan, YA-S-double I-N

[04:05.00] Conquerin' lion out the liar, seek the garden, flee the fire

[04:09.77] One, two, three, four