Even if I told you, still wouldn’t understand what happenedRather be myself, if people look at me, don’t matterA rockstar, n—-, just tryna keep it kosherTry to keep my eyes on my own paper like my teachers told meSoon as n—– think it’s over (Poof)Number one on the charts, I’m there vicariouslyOh, there they go by usThey pushin’ negative narratives, I’m ready thoughCops wanna pull me over, embarrass meAbusin’ power, you never knew me, thought I was arrogantAs a juvenile, police pulled their guns like they scared of meAnd we’re used to how crackers treat us, now that’s the scary thingWant anything we good at and we cherish itNow we all fed up and n—– comin’ back for everythingRockstars, n—-, just watch the news, they burnin’ cop cars, n—-Kill another n—-, break the law, then call us outlaws, n—-What happened? Want us to keep it peacefulShoulda seen them hatin’ b—— face when I bought that Lamborghini (SethInTheKitchen)Throw up my middle finger, police can’t catch me, this aBrand new Lamborghini, f— a cop carWith the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Have you ever met a real n—- rockstar? (Yeah)This ain’t no guitar, b—-, this a Glock (Woo)My Glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (Woo)You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)Soon as you up me on that n—-, get to bustin’ (Woo)And if I ain’t enough, go get the chopIt’s safe to say I earned it, ain’t a n—- gave me nothin’ (Yeah, yeah, yeah)I’m ready to hop out on a n—-, get to bustin’Know you heard me say, “You play, you lay,” don’t make me push the buttonFull of pain, dropped enough tears to fill up a f—–’ bucketGoin’ for buckets, I bought a chopperI got a big drum, it hold a hundred, ain’t goin’ for nothin’I’m ready to air it out on all these n—–, I can see ’em runnin’Just talked to my mama, she hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brotherI’m really the baby, she know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money (Okay, let’s go)She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the lootShe know what I do, she know ‘fore I run from a n—-, I’ma pull it out and shoot (Boom)PTSD, I’m always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu
My daughter a G, she saw me kill a n—- in front of her before the age of twoAnd I’ll kill another n—- too‘Fore I let another n—- do somethin’ to youLong as you know that, don’t let nobody tell you differentDaddy love you (Yeah, yeah)Let’s goBrand new Lamborghini, f— a cop carWith the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Have you ever met a real n—- rockstar? (Yeah)This ain’t no guitar, b—-, this a Glock (Woo)My Glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (Woo)You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)Soon as you up me on that n—-, get to bustin’ (Woo, yeah)And if I ain’t enough, go get the chop (Yeah, yeah)Keep a Glocky when I ride in the Suburban‘Cause the codeine had a young n—- swervin’I got the mop, watch me wash ’em like detergentAnd I’m ballin’, that’s why it’s diamonds on my jerseySlide on opps’ side and flip the block back, yeah, yeahMy junior popped him and left him lopsided, yeah, yeahWe spin his block, got the rebound, Dennis RodmanFool me one time, you can’t cross me againTwelve hundred horsepower, I get lost in the windIf he talkin’ on the yard, the pen’ dogs’ll take his chinMaybach SUV for my refugeesBuy blocks in the hood, put money in the streetsI was solo when the opps caught me at the gas stationHad it on me, thirty thousand, thought it was my last dayBut they ain’t even want no smokeIf I had to choose it, murder what she wroteLet’s goBrand new Lamborghini, f— a cop carWith the pistol on my hip like I’m a cop (Yeah, yeah, yeah)Have you ever met a real n—- rockstar? (Yeah)This ain’t no guitar, b—-, this a Glock (Woo)My Glock told me to promise you gon’ squeeze me (Woo)You better let me go the day you need me (Woo)Soon as you up me on that n—-, get to bustin’ (Woo)And if I ain’t enough, go get the chop