Feel like ima ROCKSTAR, (R-R-ROCKSTAR)

Milli, Really not far, (really not far)

Silly with the clock card

That means I’m working every day, tryna make tickets like a motherfucking cop car

K I think I must be poppin cause I just gotta text

Its from an ex chick classically bout how Im her best

I asked for sex, she asked for less, so I moved onto the next

Must be depressed about it, honestly can’t help but feel blessed

Had to let go of you, that’s just calculated damages

I didn’t want to just seems these days everybody vanishes

When vanity is glamorous, and sanity is managed with

Imagining a dream, feels like I’m tryna pull a magic trick

Recipes disastrous there’s smoke in the ingredients

You testing me, you bastard, give you reason for your grievances

The legal name my clique goes by is “juvenile deviants”

The difference tween my dawgs and bitches, which are disobedient. Bitches used to play me, that’s Nintendo’s

Then I switched that only games I smash, I ever play are with the ‘den bros

Homies gettin' loud like a crescendo

Get so fucking high my judgement never clouded, grounded man that's ten toes

Ah, and this shit it’s just not fair

Anybody wantin' smoke can start calling me John Player

Come smooth and rich into your bitch, fuckboys are John haters

Nah I’m just playing, I’d never hit that Id maybe rate her

Uhhhh, something like 6 out of 10

Just checked my texts, my ex and your chick outta pocket again. They wanna suck me like a slurpee, I’m no 711

Fuck your seven my bitches tens, and I’m never switchin' again hoe

Feel like ima ROCKSTAR, (R-R-ROCKSTAR)

Milli, Really not far, (really not far)

Silly with the clock card

That means I’m working every day, tryna make tickets like a motherfucking cop car

Now my ex thinks I’m an asshole

Told me that the distance tween us too much of a hassle

Expected me to break, she thought she had U.Fø cancelled

Nah I’m having fun getting money and fucking rascals

And I’m sick of all the tragedies

I feel like I’m saddam I go Ca-Bam, my families mad at me

Have sex in my sedan, it smells like biblical depravity

I say that I’m a sinner, swear that no one knows the gravity, That’s: Elon on Mars, I reach for the stars

Hoping someone peeps at my bars, I keep going hard

Please go send my deepest regards

To every female on my email fuck with more than the beats and the bars. Aye!

After the dick I’m Grayson

So now I’m robin them and dudes both sending nudes sorry I ain’t Gay son

That line has less to do with any orientation

I’m only ever taken, for granted and I’m straight, don’t get it mistaken

"Not like it actually matters!", said this girl who then called me faggot, but what’s actually madder

Is her boyfriend left her for me, I said I’m actually flattered

Although I passed, I guess it seems my ass was actually fatter (who knew?)

She lemme hit it in the civic, said I’m really toxic, told her I prefer the term acidic

Like the pacific specifically I did it prolifically

Like antihistamine, I wash bitches mouths call me Mr. Clean

Let that line breathe like my ad libs

Can’t go a single track without me mentioning bad Kidz

They wonder if dementia’s the result of my lads sins

Forget about my Jasmine, but still fly as Alladin

Feel like ima ROCKSTAR, (R-R-ROCKSTAR)

Milli, Really not far, (really not far)

Silly with the clock card

That means I’m working every day, tryna make tickets like a motherfucking cop car

Feel like ima ROCKSTAR, Aye!

Milli, Really not far, Aye!

Silly with the clock card

That means I’m working every day, tryna make tickets like a motherfucking cop car

Feel like ima ROCKSTAR

Milli, Really not far

Silly with the clock card

That means I’m working every day!