More Stars Lyrics

Tell me God, what I hate on my demeanor Went from the field straight to the booth

I bet this track gon' do some meters Sub it ain't hard, I gotta see it to believe

It thought I was blind to the truth, my nigga, you ain't see it either

Imma need all that back, yeah, comin' in for a big Mac truck

Cousin shouldn't have died like that, yeah If we put God first, promise we can run it

Why you get high like that, yeah Everybody sliding, got a gun tucked

Why you waist my time like that, yeah I'm blamin' God, you blamin' luck

If I really wanted, could be dangerous This the type of life was made for us

Niggas sayin' anything for a nut Bitches doin' anything for a buck

Bitches amateur porn stars Lookin' for a nigga that can trust you

Oh, you wanna be worldwide Get you some money, stop lookin' for love

The sky need some more stars, seem like the gun, came with the engine

Shoot and skirt off and some horse power, I feel like a rough rider

Cause my dawgs, they sendin' threats to his DMs to give em' X'd off

I show her different shawty say I got that foreign love

It's not bout bitches to me, I just want them commas up

I know they hating on me, watchin' seeing if karma come

Time to take over done see enough

I won't change, Riding dangerous

Lord show me the way, you know I'm gone pave it

I give them influence, I'm the reason they doin' shit, they doin

She don't speak too fluent By the way she ride me, I can tell shawty know what she doin' Don't mean to ruin shit

Been shitting on y'all niggas all year I'ma keep on poopin

We done got it jumpin' out the roof

I shouldn't have to show em' nun them niggas know to bring me proof

Ain't jumpin' in y'all beef, I ain't doin

No choosin' I know shawty losing, her mind got her clueless

Nike i just do it

Bitch, don't change my mood and shit

The sky need some more stars Cause all these niggas think they winning but they missed me, I don't know about em'

I can't help but to keep goin' hard

Elevation got too high, need more oxygen to calm down

Lacing up my threads, I'm ready for war, if they want smoke

Make y'all my sons, I'll whoop your ass if y'all gon' go against the ropes

And still go back to the hood, feel like a motor

Birthday in March, Ion believe no luck, I'm not trusting a clover

I won't change, Riding dangerous

Lord show me the way, you know I'm gone pave it