Marcus Ariah - Stars on the Roof (feat. DJ 1up)

Question the money they look at me knowin' I be with the winners
Funny they askin' me favors like they was there in the beginning
Ariah like you can I get in?
How you gon' tell me you homie right now when you know that I’m bigger
I need some gold in my mouth Ima go to the dentist
Dreads on my head like I’m o dog you know that man I am a menace
Wont wear it if it ain’t authentic
I won’t do business with no one I’m older I need a percentage
Do not mistake me for lemonade I was not made in a minute
I swear I could tell you the truth for the weekend wraith it was rented
But tell me can you put two bands up a day to see stars in ya roof
If I cant afford it I wont sit up in it but I ain't got limits
Veteran veteran been in the game man I’m not an apprentice
I think Ima stay independent
A lot of these niggas be bitchin I get it I grew up wit women
Red dot on ya head better be more pro active cause it aint a blemish
It was only me and byron recordin shit outta the jects
Shootout the window they hit an informant to make sure the nigga was dead
Man I don’t take kindly to threats
I gotta be careful when talkin the money these niggas be feds
Hate on a nigga that hustle if I were you I’d be embarrassed
Rings on the fingers for victory I never thought about marriage
Ice on my neck gotta buy me a piece who could mold me a sled
Women they wanna come fuck me but I just be thinkin ahead
City back on my shoulders
I could break you off but stay focused
I aint grow up off of no handouts
Dirty money like it got molded
Like a billboard I stay posted
Got the gang gang and they close to me
You’d think that I’m few days evicted the way that these niggas would notice me
I think I’m up there with jackson and jordan man I am greatest
I think I’m too hard to figure out why do you think I’m amazing
Think about it
If niggas go the wrong way then I’m closin em off
I been at the finish line I dont kno why I see niggas still racin
Question the money they look at me knowin I be with the winners
Funny they askin me favors like they was there in the beginning
Ariah like you can I get in?
How you gon tell me you homie right now when you know that I’m bigger
I need some room in the crib I aint goin to prison
They say I’m a lion I guess I’m the only
All I see is bitches
Ya money it look like a midget
I ain’t got time for no cuddlin mami I’m handlin business
Frankly you know I’m the realest
Fuckin the game and I never been little I know that you feel it
If you see me ina crib I’m just pickin' up work for the villains
Around me harambe’s and caesar’s I be with gorillas
Damn back in the days I’d a killed em
But now we got so many tools in the crib man its better to drill em
Ain't see my mother and sister in over two weeks
How you gon' take me from family when they grind they teeth for the feelin
Lets try to figure it out
They say that I’m drizzy the way that my head in the clouds
And we’ll leave you stinkin if you leave ya nose in the brown
They playin with fire and wonder why they get put out
I got plenty options plenty paper
I got plenty opps and plenty haters
And its plenty sayin I aint got it
I dont even talk cause talk make you attainable
I can’t even think why they would play with me
I’m the only nigga thats gon' save the shit
I’m Kobe retired I’m not on the team then who they gon' replace with me with
Made a come up in the game like I made a come up out in vegas
Been a side nigga between me and him I was always her favorite
She would tell me I was hittin it right and he hittin it lazy
Bitch it ain't him you annoying so honestly I do not blame him
DM my ex I aint damien
Only go forward like emails
I gotta keep changin em
I can not kick it or skate with ya
I gotta get to the money like I was a bank and them
Man don't you hate overratedness
Swear y'all be gassin these niggas like they was ya tank n them
Work for the man that is slavery
Grew up round killers and dealers so I am not neighborly

Written by:
Marcus Goodman

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