Tre Hood 23 - Stardust

Still living my life but my heart been gettin a lil colder
Might see me look right but the devil all on my shoulder
Cant deal with the stress
But im still blessed
Tell myself hold up
I got my watch after my son
Plus my lil baby want me to hold her

Turned to a beast Im shootin to miami like i got a heat
Still sippin syrup, me and aunt Jemima we been losing sleep
Had a badd bitch , she was hella prude turned her to a freak
Stood ten toes all thru the mud like im wearing cleats
Nigga imagine that i been chasin hella bags
Nigga dont you try me, im you know where my savage at
Why you madden, cuz my settings very fast
WWW like my life the internet

I aint no sucka for the titty my momma had similac
Been running thru the city, might cop me a fendi bag
The coppas get behind me, imma do the dash
Broski in the passenger said squally on yo ass

Going insane
I want the money i dont want the fame
Niggas be goofy these niggas going change
Niggas they say they ya brother they really ya sister, i swear to god its a shamee
They dont feel my paaaaain
They dont feel my pain

Hold up
Its my time to blow up
In my early 20's but im feelin hella old bruh
The closest to me switched but now they expect me to show up
Only way we meet you got the cheese aint talkin cold cuts

Im so dedicated
To my craft,
Nigga never hated
I just waited patient,
Punched in
Then i elevated
Niggas dont be built
Got they hand out
Ask for hella favors
Shawty like my drip
Say im sweet
I got hella flavor

Still living my life but my heart been gettin a lil colder
Might see me look right but the devil all on my shoulder
Cant deal with the stress
But im still blessed
Tell myself hold up
I got my watch after my son
Plus my lil baby want me to hold her

Turned to a beast Im shootin to miami like i got a heat

Still sippin syrup, me and aunt jemimia we been losing sleep

Had a badd bitch , she was hella prude turned her to a freak

Stood ten toes all thru the mud like im wearing cleats

Nigga imagine that i been chasin hella bags
Nigga dont you try me, im you know where my savage at
Why you madden, cuz my settings very fast
WWW like my life the internet

I aint no sucka for the titty my momma had similac
Been running thru the city, might cop me a fendi bag
The coppas get behind me you know imma do the dash
Broski in the passenger said squally on yo ass

Hold up
Its my time to blow up
In my early 20's but im feelin hella old bruh
The closest to me switched but now they expect me to show up
Only way we meet you got the cheese aint talkin cold cuts

Im so dedicated
To my craft
And I never hated
I just waited patient
punched in
Then i elevated
Niggas dont be built
Got they hand out
Ask for hella favors
Shawty like my drip
Say im sweet
I got hella flavor

Written by:
David Hood

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