ROCKSTAR

ROCKSTAR (BLM REMIX|Explicit) - DaBaby/Roddy Ricch

Lyrics by：Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr./Ross Joseph Portaro IV

Composed by：Jonathan Lyndale Kirk/Rodrick Wayne Moore, Jr./Ross Joseph Portaro IV

DaBaby：

Even if I told you still wouldn't understand what happened

Rather be myself if people look at me don't matter

A rockstar n***a just tryna keep it kosher

Try to keep my eyes on my own paper like my teachers told me

Soon as n***as think it's over

Poof

Number one on the charts I'm there vicariously

Oh there they go by us

They pushin' negative narratives I'm ready though

Cops wanna pull me over embarrass me

Abusin' power you never knew me thought I was arrogant

As a juvenile police pulled their guns like they scared of me

And we're used to how crackers treat us now that's the scary thing

Want anything we good at and we cherish it

Now we all fed up and n***as comin' back for everything

Rockstars n***a just watch the news they burnin' cop cars n***a

Kill another n***a break the law then call us outlaws n***a

What happened want us to keep it peaceful

Shoulda seen them hatin' b***hes face when I bought that Lamborghini

SethInTheKitchen

Throw up my middle finger police can't catch me this a

Brand new Lamborghini f**k a cop car

With the pistol on my hip like I'm a cop

Yeah yeah yeah

Have you ever met a real n***a rockstar

Yeah

This ain't no guitar b***h this a Glock

Woo

My Glock told me to promise you gon' squeeze me

Woo

You better let me go the day you need me

Woo

Soon as you up me on that n***a get to bustin'

Woo

And if I ain't enough go get the chop

It's safe to say I earned it ain't a n***a gave me nothin'

Yeah yeah yeah

I'm ready to hop out on a n***a get to bustin'

Know you heard me say

"You play you lay" don't make me push the button

Full of pain dropped enough tears to fill up a f**kin' bucket

Goin' for buckets I bought a chopper

I got a big drum it hold a hundred ain't goin' for nothin'

I'm ready to air it out on all these n***as I can see 'em runnin'

Just talked to my mama

She hit me on FaceTime just to check up on me and my brother

I'm really the baby

She know that her youngest son was always guaranteed to get the money

Okay let's go

She know that her baby boy was always guaranteed to get the loot

She know what I do she know 'fore I run from a n***a

I'ma pull it out and shoot

Boom

PTSD I'm always waking up in cold sweats like I got the flu

My daughter a G

She saw me kill a n***a in front of her before the age of two