Rockstar (Remix)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Adonis The Greek] After party in the hills we got it lit up like a cop car I got seven bitches in my uber hit my line when you get dropped off I just snuck a bottle from the club she took a shot and took her top off I just took my rollie and I flew cause all these niggas wearing knockoffs She tryna get rocks up on her finger I'm just tryna get my rocks off She know that I'm going to the top and that's the shit that got me topped off Fuck that other nigga when you know I'm the best Now I'm back off in my bag don't forget what you said Can't believe what we had Doing coke up in the bathroom and she say she got a man She don't wanna talk about him no she just wanna dance Now she's throwing it back [Verse 2: King Los] After party in the hills they got pills in the back Its a long walk up the hill put your heels in the back Put your phone inside a bucket you can chill with the pack Can't afford no pictures this shit way too real to get back We cut some Belly on, she taking shots to the face she gone off that Deleon We like to vibe outer space, you know what the hell we on Let you niggas tell me wrong, how though I been all alone, out here on my own and wild though Still I manage to smile though, I mastered defeat like a nigga manage a aldo Where you been Waldo? I been dealing with some shit that hurt my heart to the core Been dealing with some shit that happen back when God, Money, War Man I got tricked out my magic, shit getting drastic Lost out with the interns in terms of friction its static Painted the pictures traumatic sporadic actions of others got me Fucked up with my brothers I mean we actually brothers You know the label the label like they don't actually love us Niggas ain't come up in the hood that make them naturally suckers Blood suckers, muhfuckas, you know that I'm nice I had major setbacks and had to grow from em twice Do you believe in muhfuckin miracles? And no I'm not religious bitch I'm spiritual They say damn we miss you shorty where you go I say I just found myself like three years ago Its been a minute bro, I'm back up in it though No limit endless infinite flows I invented those Fuck shit so minimal, critics so cynical Trigger my inner most emotional tinted soul They say we wanted gold I say I vent then roll The label don't believe, well bitch I'm finna roll Bitch is you friend or foe, with niggas I'm finna fold Sick of living in intervals Been evolved in the low with the flow all your two cents and mooches as far as pennies go As far as enemies go, ain't got no sixteen for you but what about the semi though I don't think they hear me though Couple rappers cool to me but I don't think they near me though Fake niggas don't feel me though I'm sleep niggas been stealing flows, these niggas is really hoes Hashtag I'm really gold, niggas know I'm really cold One up like a wheely bro Run up and get done up I'm on the come up I ain't silly though That's what I really know Finesse the plug address a buster and a sucker as what it was it was never love I'm the best that it ever was