Shooting Starz

Oh no, no I turn my problems to a passion Mummy you know your son a dawg He ain't even got a action Aggressive within, never moving passive 'Cause one thing you know, yeah You gotta let it blow, yeah Do you believe in shooting stars? Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all Level headed he's so focused They wanna see him fall Boy that's a no, no Touch money, touch move Do it for that shawty That will never see the other side like Look that's the other side Tell a bro that we gon' slide Fighting my phone every day just to stay afloat Dealing with some real life shit But the focus gone Boy pick your head up, I can hear you in my dreams Did it for that lady, rest in peace to Ernestine Your love man don' growed up Walked in and fucked the floor Get him off that leak He might just trip if he tour I turn my problems to a passion Mummy you know your son a dawg He ain't even got a action Aggressive within, never moving passive 'Cause one thing you know, yeah You gotta let it blow, yeah Do you believe in shooting stars? Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all Level headed, he's so focused They wanna see him fall Boy that's a no, no Touch money, touch move Get down on my knees every day I'm saying thank you Might just say the wrong thing 'Cause they ain't true Lay your love life on the edge, huh Wipe him for that lil' shit he said, huh Bitch steppin' 'cause I'm steppin' her apostle, yeah Only showing love 'cause they know you Tell me if you feel it 'cause you feeling like the realest Three age into the game, I got some labels in my mattress Go and get that shit that you ain't pick up, yeah Yeah your bitch up next, she loaded that stick up, yeah I turn my problems to a passion Mummy you know your son a dawg He ain't even got a action Aggressive within, never moving passive 'Cause one thing you know, yeah You gotta let it blow, yeah Do you believe in shooting stars? Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all Level headed, he's so focused They wanna see him fall Boy that's a no, no Touch money, touch move How I know you love me? I ain't never feel no real love Turned me to a dawg He lost it all, he won't feel love But he got his bread So he got his head up Spend more time with mama Kill a drama, life ahead of us Oh, you're a hustler And if they touch you, keep that bus Ain't got no time for no tussle I turn my problems to a passion Mummy you know your son a dawg He ain't even got a action Aggressive within, never moving passive 'Cause one thing you know, yeah You gotta let it blow, yeah Do you believe in shooting stars? Dreams of a nigga that ain't never have it all Level headed, he's so focused They wanna see him fall Boy that's a no, no Touch money, touch move Turned me to a dawg He lost it all, he won't feel love But he got his bread So he got his head up Oh, you're a hustler And if they touch you, keep that bus