Danny Ali - STAR

Momma I'm a muhfuckin' star now
I could tell a hoe to play her part now
You see they try to pull my card now
Cause they know ya son a fuckin' star now
Right right right

Momma made a muhfuckin' star bitch
I came for the bucks like a star bitch
I don't put no keys in my car bitch
I just press the button and it start bitch

And fuck any convo
I got covered like blindfold
Key to the game with my eyes closed
2 seater fittin' five though
How we arrive I should be endin' that soul search
I should be Manson with Cult merch
God never seen it
Blue Avenger with the tinted scenic
All of you niggas fugazi
That boy reclinin', he lazy
You do the dash like Dame
I keep it rockin' like Jay-Z
I don't be lookin' for love, I just be huntin' for blood
That nigga sent form above, tell my momma come and look at yo son

Momma I'm a muhfuckin' star now
I could tell a hoe to play her part now
You see they try to pull my card now
Cause they know ya son a fuckin' star now
Right right right

Momma made a muhfuckin' star bitch
I came for the bucks like a star bitch
I don't put no keys in my car bitch
I just press the button and it start bitch
Momma made a muhfuckin' star bitch
I came for the bucks like a star bitch
I don't put no keys in my car bitch
I just press the button and it start bitch

My granny called, she said Ali you work too hard
She who I do it for, for her I'm goin extra hard
Gunnin' for Grammy, so speak on the family
I pull up to yo mammy and I'll have my chopper bless her car
Maybe I went too far
Maybe yo' bitch on bars
I pull her with no tint on my car
You pull up, we don't know who you are
Milly rock when I sway
I pull up wit no case
Go away, go away
Don't speak on my name, you never get paid

Bad boy, no Diddy lil nigga
I'm a
Boy no Diddy, imma
Takeoff

That love shit is dead to me
They ain't a threat to me
They end up dead if they makin a threat to me
Wake up, I drown in the cake of the jets
Take what you got and I pray for the rest
Projects to the project, plain
Majors they avoiding cause I cannot be tamed
Damn
Buzzin on my line all day
Damn
Tell em he ain't doin it the same
He not playin they game
They just want a chain up on my neck
I just want the love before I'm dead
Tell me who fuckin wit the best
Aye
Tell me who fuckin wit the next
Guess
Tell me who next
Yes
Tell me who, tell me who flex for the runner
Yes
Niggas still snitchin for the bread
I could blame a nigga for the shit I couldn't get
But it's all in my head

They don't know that it's all in my head
Kill a nigga runnin' then I take all his bread
Comin' full circle when I run from the Feds
Now I'm drownin' in my sins, that's a different debt

Written by:
Orange Richardson

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