我跟时间在赛跑 已经脱离那个菜鸟 还有谁敢乱叫不开玩笑 面对我再牛逼也败倒 做女生饶舌代表 能够跟我匹配太少 反正谁敢跟我叫板 那我就拿他先开刀 Whatever I say bch no lie no hype Coz I been doing shit these hoes don't like 你知道的我可能代表未来 我要我的名字出现把全国覆盖 压制不住的野心很多条路 但我不走捷径 别老是抓住我的过去经历过的磨砺 推动着我的崛起 你们都没有权利 因为我做音乐用尽全力 想得到的认可都得到 我还要更多的小婊子 全部都学着 call me Call me rapstar Style original Rapstar Bches 全靠后 Rapstar I let you choke Rapstar I let you choke Call me rapstar Yeah I'm self made Rapstar Yeah I'm self made Rapstar Yeah I'm self made Rapstar Yeah I'm self made Call me rapstar 我的说唱带有绝对性的杀伤力 绝对不再让才华继续压箱底 不用上班 还是无法阻挡我收钱的频率 轻松赚回所有名誉 占领这一大片领域 我的天我很幸运用爱好养活自己 多么简单随随随便便的就能气死你 我发现 好多的人他们都想跟我比 有没有搞错我的朋友 首先你必须有实力 Whatever I say bch no lie no hype Coz I been doing shit these hoes don't like 你知道的我可能代表未来 我要我的名字出现把全国覆盖 压制不住的野心很多条路 但我不走捷径 别老是抓住我的过去经历过的磨砺 推动着我的崛起 你们都没有权利 因为我做音乐用尽全力 想得到的认可都得到 我还要更多的小婊子 全部都学着 call me Call me rapstar Style original Rapstar Bches 全靠后 Rapstar I let you choke Rapstar I let you choke Call me rapstar Yeah I'm self made Rapstar Yeah I'm self made Rapstar Yeah I'm self made Rapstar Yeah I'm self made Call me rapstar 不是一个 level bch I ain't wanna kill ya 怎么跟我比呀 怎么跟比我呀 我是给你脸了 让你看不清自己的位置 欢迎随时挑战 rapstar 不是一个 level bch I ain't wanna kill ya 怎么跟我比呀 怎么跟比我呀 我是给你脸了 看不清自己的位置 希望你能成为下个 rapstar 有人耳朵聋了 有人的眼睛红了 任何你不懂的事情 那么就别说别人疯了 这个下酒菜 就当是开胃 谁喜欢作怪 我让谁报废 不喜欢走开 没人逼你 bch 看我中指美不美 我美不美 我美不美 仔细看我的中指bch Whatever I say bch no lie no hype Coz I been doing shit these hoes don't like Bch no lie no hype Shit these hoes don't like Shit these hoes don't like

Rap star, need fast cars Cash in large amounts (that's all) I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (that's all) A fat ass and titties that bounce (rap stars) You know I'm in the street when the city come out When the city dumb out When you envision me Can you tell me? Am I getting it though? (Could you imagine?) I'm a rap star, call the task force I make your club collapse After I leave with the bad ones (Could you imagine?) Presidential suite with the bad ones Told my niggas ya'll can have them 'Cause I have one, I'm on FaceTime with her When she blowing you kisses, saying she miss ya Could have anyone she want, she just wanna be with ya I'm a rap star, I just wanna get richer You might slip when I talk, you know I'm slick when I talk Rap star, got plaques on my wall That's art and facts on my wall Crib I bought got two gates for security guards It's a palace, dog (could you imagine?) I remember when I ain't have it, dog And back then I was still saying I'ma have it, dog! (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) I'ma rap star, need fast cars Cash in large amounts (that's all) I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (that's all) A fat ass and titties that bounce (rap stars) You know I'm in the street when the city come out When the city dumb out When you envision me Can you tell me? Am I getting it though? (Could you imagine?) I'm a rap star, can you imagine? Putting chains on ya man's neck 'Cause the muscle stronger when the fan flex, huh Dealing with gossip, hate and threats (could you imagine?) When they bettin' against you and you raise the bet, woah Yeah, you got 'em there nigga, you got 'em scared They not prepared, you got 'em right where you want 'em Right there (could you imagine?) I'm a rap star and your nightmare Used to slapbox, now we don't fight fair Life ain't, so I ain't (could you imagine?) This is about my team, 'cause they ate when I ate Yeah they steak like my steak Handle they beef like it's on my plate, uh I'm a rap star that graaa, graaa, graaa That move, let 'em through, get back (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) I'ma rap star, need fast cars Cash in large amounts (that's all) I need a bitch with an ass that bounce (that's all) A fat ass and titties that bounce (rap stars) You know I'm in the street when the city come out When the city dumb out (go) When you envision me Can you tell me? Am I getting it though? (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?) (Could you imagine?)

True worldwide player, got the game on lock Spendin' money, flippin' drops like I still slang rocks Still hit the blocks, light blunts when I swerve I do the speed limit cause I'm twisted and perved Hoes got the nerve, to turn they head and switch Like they didn't see me comin' in that big black 6' Bitch please, I hit the horn when I pass Got the homie out the window tryin' to rub on yo' ass Now peep the S-Class, Rolex Platinum And now you wanna come with the question askin' Do I ballplay? Yeah I play for the Jets Hillside, with money like Kevin Garnett Now can I get it wet? She say it's drippin' with juice And what I gotta do to ride the V-1-deuce? Sit yo' ass on my leather, and rub on my wood See we got notches in Cali, plus that pussy be good Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar I tell a bitch I ain't got no motherfuckin' money and laugh like it's funny Poppin' my Movado, sittin' low in a Eldorado, sippin' on a bottle Pimp drunk 'til the sun come up, sleep behind Denny's on Sunset Sweatin' bitches about my money cause the album ain't done yet Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star, get the fuck away from my car And hell nah you can't hit this weed, bitch walk 'til your ankles bleed Put the paper in my pocket please, she love the way I pop my P's I love the way she knock them G's like slangin' rocks in '83 I'm a pimp slash rapper like my cousin Mac the Most, slap a ho like me And never talk for free, nigga can't you see? It's for the money and the fame, and I see my money comin' With the vice on her ass in her high heels comin' around the corner runnin' I ain't trippin', I'm so cool, I'll pop the trunk of the Northstar And the bitch jump in and I'll sip my gin and smash off like a rap star (Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star, Lil' Bruce in a '99 Northstar) Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar Bitch I'm a turf boy, we don't fuck at the house I'm to the cover suites, to put this dick in your mouth I'm on my paper route, can you contribute to that? And if not, can you send your homegirl for a sack? The "Highest Niggas In The Industry", Smoke-A-Lot with Yuk' Bossalini, you see me, I gives a fuck Stick 'em til they stuck, when the crap game starts I was told to have money, have heart I'm puttin' houses on the hill worth a million or more Marble on the floor with the french wood doors I flipped a old school, and still slang that Got the guns in the trunk, you don't want no funk I'm on a money mission, slangin' verse for verse Some premeditated and the others rehearsed I got the thirst, so bring it on like Sprite And we can make some shit tonight, beotch Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar Bitch I'm a motherfuckin' rap star Gorilla milk, B-La blunts and the caviar