N8Payne - Shooting Star

---Verse 1---
Running through the game like a marathon, I smoke a nigga faster than the Marijuan. I take bus trips work in my carry on, dont b stupid ot always carry arms, the pigs wanna put a g behind dem bars, cuz every time they c me its a different car. Wen im in the club I barely play the bar. I'm in the cut, turn a bitch into a porno star. With me it's guns or God. Hood celeb make a wish wen I catch a boddy boi ima shooting star. If u was dere wen it happen den nigga u involved. Don't nothing come easy got me going hard. Alot of weed to smoke move the soft and hard. U niggaz jokes taking notes should b ya job. Payne insane u can say my brain on Mars. But never hear I sing I aint Bruno Mars.

---Verse 2---
I wake up in the morning n I get ryte, slept in my clothes had a long nyte, music blasting wen im in da whip, I pretend im her cuzzin wen im wit ya bitch. I understand y deez niggaz hate. Wen im the 1 dat u tryna imulate shrimp steak lobster shell on a dinner plate. I got albums push music like im dealing weight. Turn a bad boy to a poster mase I mean wuts a soldierboy to a master ace . Chasing money at a faster pace build n destroy without catching a case. I rather die den let dem in my safe rather fry den have the judge think its a name ima say. U wanna b a lion for a day, I rather run with wolves. Prey on prey as we pray.

Written by:
DAVE JAKES, NATHANIEL LAMAR MIMS

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