OCG JAH - STAR

I look down at this star on my hand
It remind me of my soul, it remind me who I am
I look down at this star on my hand
It remind me of my purpose, it remind me of my plan
We been getting to that paper
We been giving dirty fucking money to these waiters
If it's guap, then I'm chasing
How he get his sound, how he get to where he made it
They be asking what I do
Fuck finding other new hoes, I'm in the stu
I'm getting high, I'm getting zooted
Posted with my cup, is he lit, is he loose
Is he lit, is he losse
Is it syrup in his soda
They say Jah, he stay poured up
And these backwoods help me slow up
In the cut with my cutter
I look down at this star on my hand
It remind me of my soul, it remind me who I am
I look down at this star on my hand
It remind me of my purpose, it remind me of my plan
We been getting to that paper
We been giving dirty fucking money to these waiters
Yeah
Only guap, what I'm chasing
I be about my bag and my time, I ain't playing
They be watching every move
Fuck what you thinking, you can't do this how I do it
I'm in my mode, I'm in this mood
Jumping out the truck, rocking shit on the roof
Rocking shit on the strip, take these thirties to the moon
I knew I was fly shit, had models in my room

Written by:
Elijah Gatlin

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