sub baby - More Stars

Tell me God, what I hate on my demeanor Went from the field straight to the booth
I bet this track gon' do some meters Sub it ain't hard, I gotta see it to believe
It thought I was blind to the truth, my nigga, you ain't see it either
Imma need all that back, yeah, comin' in for a big Mac truck
Cousin shouldn't have died like that, yeah If we put God first, promise we can run it
Why you get high like that, yeah Everybody sliding, got a gun tucked
Why you waist my time like that, yeah I'm blamin' God, you blamin' luck
If I really wanted, could be dangerous This the type of life was made for us
Niggas sayin' anything for a nut Bitches doin' anything for a buck
Bitches amateur porn stars Lookin' for a nigga that can trust you
Oh, you wanna be worldwide Get you some money, stop lookin' for love
The sky need some more stars, seem like the gun, came with the engine
Shoot and skirt off and some horse power, I feel like a rough rider
Cause my dawgs, they sendin' threats to his DMs to give em' X'd off
I show her different shawty say I got that foreign love
It's not bout bitches to me, I just want them commas up
I know they hating on me, watchin' seeing if karma come
Time to take over done see enough
I won't change, Riding dangerous
Lord show me the way, you know I'm gone pave it
I give them influence, I'm the reason they doin' shit, they doin
She don't speak too fluent By the way she ride me, I can tell shawty know what she doin' Don't mean to ruin shit
Been shitting on y'all niggas all year I'ma keep on poopin
We done got it jumpin' out the roof
I shouldn't have to show em' nun them niggas know to bring me proof
Ain't jumpin' in y'all beef, I ain't doin
No choosin' I know shawty losing, her mind got her clueless
Nike i just do it
Bitch, don't change my mood and shit
The sky need some more stars Cause all these niggas think they winning but they missed me, I don't know about em'
I can't help but to keep goin' hard
Elevation got too high, need more oxygen to calm down
Lacing up my threads, I'm ready for war, if they want smoke
Make y'all my sons, I'll whoop your ass if y'all gon' go against the ropes
And still go back to the hood, feel like a motor
Birthday in March, Ion believe no luck, I'm not trusting a clover
I won't change, Riding dangerous
Lord show me the way, you know I'm gone pave it

Written by:
Tj Lowe

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