Rap Star

Lyrics

[Intro] On my block, I'm the face Want me dead, want me erased Fuck the feds, they on my case I can't slip, it's on my waist I'm counting guap, counting cake Couple bands, it's in the safe Now these rappers feel a way And all these bitches feel a- [Chorus: French] On my block, I'm the face Want me dead, want me erased Fuck the feds, they on my case And I can't slip, it's on my waist I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake Couple bands, it's in the safe Now these rappers feel a way And all these bitches feel a way [Verse 1: Moeski] Half a milli in the safe On the block I'm dodgin' raids Love my bros, I'll hug the case Fly OT, I'm catchin' planes Hatin' on me you're a lame Nigga get in your own lane Yeah your turn ups, they so lame Our turn ups, they insane Got the bitches screaming names And they love us, ain't no game Pull up on us, got them thangs Fifty drum, ain't got to aim Ay, now I'm flexin' in a Range Still getting money girl I never ever changed Ay, free A.R off the range Boy I'm glizzy'd up, bitch I'm shootin' like I'm Strange [Verse 2: French] On my block I'm the guy Grab the machine, let's go slide Moeski cruisin' by my side It's gon' be a homicide Shorty love the way I'm fly Catch me OT on my grind Got these niggas in their feelings Got these niggas tryna slide [Chorus: French] On my block, I'm the face Want me dead, want me erased Fuck the feds, they on my case And I can't slip, it's on my waist I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake Couple bands, it's in the safe Now these rappers feel a way And all these bitches feel a way On my block, I'm the face Want me dead, want me erased Fuck the feds, they on my case And I can't slip, it's on my waist I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake Couple bands, it's in the safe Now these rappers feel a way And all these bitches feel a way [Verse 3: French] Tryna travel to the States Tryna pull off in a Wraith Tryna blow and hit the stage Them Gucci shoes, my hoodie Bape The Mali charm will take your bae Glizzy boppin', streets insane If you're real then grab a plate I fuck with real and not with fake Hug the L you can not take Half a milli in the safe I link the plug and got a crate Lotta shooters in the place [Chorus: French] On my block, I'm the face Want me dead, want me erased Fuck the feds, they on my case And I can't slip, it's on my waist I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake Couple bands, it's in the safe Now these rappers feel a way And all these bitches feel a way