Zay Dante Rockstar Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
(1, 2, 3)

[Verse 1]
f*ck it, run it, everybody wanna f*ck me
I'm a rockstar, bitch, fhat's why no one ever love me
I am not getting close to you, I do not f*ck with you
I ain't have no momma that could show me what some love would do
All I got is raps and verses, see what music do?
Now you know me better than the people I done known from youth
Now I know me better than I ever could've thought I knew
Now I'm living better than I ever could've dreamed I'd do
Ha, ha, can you breathe, babe?
I look so good, you always gonna think of me babe
Ha, ha, should I repeat, babe?
I f*ck so good, you always gonna think of me

[Part II]

[Verse 2]
Yeah, look
My life is a work of art, it's been blessed by divine timing
That nigga looked at the clock and he told me it's time for rhyming
He did, I is the realest out up in this biz
A lot of niggas would've quit if they had been through all my shit
Tired of all the lies and guilt trippin'
Tired of feeling bad 'cause I stood on my own business
Tired of tryna be somebody else for somebody else's pleasure
I don't owe you nothing, still my kindness could be measured
In gallons, meanwhile all you niggas giving ounces
I look at you like, "Damn, some niggas just don't got it" That's a damn shame when everything you make work
You wonder how the f*ck you have to spend your time up on this Earth
With losers, posers, wishy washy clout absorbers
Your get-rich-quick scheme only works with exposure
When people see your face, they just sigh and close the curtains
They love me more 'cause you leaving they soul hurtin'
This is for anybody chasin' that fame and fortune
I got like, one percent, and that shit was not worth it
I value more in life than a video goin' viral
Or a mention on a story so my career can get higher
Y'all don't even get the lifestyle that you're chasin'
If you don't love the art, then what's the point in even makin'?
A couple thousand people to tell you that you the greatest?
You don't like bein' perceived, why the f*ck you wanna be famous?
Huh, homies trippin' tryna treat me
Like I'm changin'
Niggas askin' for handouts on some lame shit
Called my momma, there's a fire, we escapin'
She said, "Son, I know you're scared, but put 400 in my bank"
Goddamn, it's like that? What have I done?
But I really can't complain from my pool in the sun
Truly grateful for this life, all the lows and the ups
The rest will get figured out, now lemme roll me a blunt

[Outro]
Damn