Verse 1

I’m not a star, somebody lied I got some classics in the stash

Double mind I’m on they ass with a steel toe

Promise not stop til I’m on top and I see bills fold

Never not working and yes I put that on my kinfolk

Tryna stack it high as heaven ceiling

I know Mac lookin he see it

Everything I do he watchin me

Blessed and highly favored

I know exactly who guidin me

Back to back on beats like I’m Steph and Klay widdit

Oh yeah they watchin but they silent they can’t play with him

It’s a shame innit

Bullets clip my ego oh I see they only grazin him

Famous never that I need a check for real

Just as real as Holyfield

Deal need seven zeros

You play her hero

I’m chasing chicken

No subs hogies or heros got no time for that

Beat is crazy run it back

Moss in the pocket I do the dash

Ya favorite quarterback

I scramble you won’t see me again

Dust in the wind and I’m sayin

Hook

They ain’t holdin nothin baby they ain’t seein me

I put 30 in the tank I’m slidin thru the streets

Doin donuts RIP to Dilla killin every beat

They stop and stare they tryna see (x2)

Verse 2

I’m not a star cause I been down bad

Way way lower than you could ever imagine

Opportunity knockin not only do I answer I’m grabbing it not passing it

Im stashing it i save it for a rainy day

You here to play I’m here to stay

Long game triple OT

Couple real ones that know me

The public get the mystery

Leave it beaver you stick yo nose where it ain’t supposed to be

Head down so my work up

Sho nuff it’s gon work out

This ain’t what you heard bout

It’s even better

Let the next man gon change the weather

I keep mine closer than close real skin ties on this side

Ask about me been riding

Hook

They ain’t holdin nothin baby they ain’t seein me

I put 30 in the tank I’m slidin thru the streets

Doin donuts RIP to Dilla killin every beat

They stop and stare they tryna see (x2)