Maurii - Been A Star

I been countin' and runnin' it up, Need a whole nother hand for to come help me out
That nigga been talkin' too crazy, We pull up with dracs and we comin' to lay him down
Nigga don't need your hand out, Go put that lil' shit right up
I'm tryna hop in that brand new Bentley, that Bentley truck
Nigga just wanna get bands, And go stack it up, nigga tryna get some more
You niggas be thinkin' you way too hard, Don't got no room for to grow
Every song, I'ma switch up my flow, Every song, I'ma come a little different
My brothers whippin' that pot in the kitchen, They breakin' they wrist in that bowl
I'm callin' my shooter on go, He finna' come wipe your nose
He don't know his own pops, All he know is for the blow
Nigga ain't have no guidance, Hear them police sirens
All he know is violence, All he know is sliding
He won't hesitate, get you gone
Get you right up outta that spot, I give my slider a couple bands He sit outside your shit and spot, Red dot
All on they muhfucking' fro, Knock off his muhfucking' dreads
Guess it's time for the go, That bitch steady blowing my phone up
I don't wanna talk, I'm done with her, She finna hit the road jack
I don't need her, But one more time
I guess I'ma have her throw it back, If he send shots on the internet
On that gram, We gone send them back
Boy, no, we not into that, Fuck all of this internet shit
We tryna go get that nigga quick
Have that lil' bitch go and set the pick
I been countin' and runnin' it up, Need a whole nother hand for to come help me out
That nigga been talkin' too crazy, We pull up with dracs and we comin' to lay him down
Nigga don't need your hand out, Go put that lil' shit right up
I'm tryna hop in that brand new Bentley, that Bentley truck
Nigga just wanna get bands, And go stack it up, nigga tryna get some more
You niggas be thinkin' you way too hard, Don't got no room for to grow
Every song, I'ma switch up my flow, Every song, I'ma come a little different
My brothers whippin' that pot in the kitchen, They breakin' they wrist in that bowl
I'm callin' my shooter on go, He finna' come wipe your nose
He don't know his own pops, All he know is for the blow
Nigga ain't have no guidance, Hear them police sirens
All he know is violence, All he know is sliding

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Its Maurii

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