Stars (feat. Yasiin Bey)

Oh, woah, woah Look, uh Baby girl, have faith in a nigga without a job And let a nigga stay at your place Play it for your friends when I drop a mixtape Both of us will win if I get a big break Broke nigga dick? Baby, had a long day Tryna get rich, buy you Dolce And Gabbana, baby, just be honest Don't be tryna play me, I'm an artist, baby, I'm an artist Baby, I'm an artist (and I'm sensitive about my shit) I been tryna make it on my grind, I'm takin' what is mine I'm racin' with the time I been tryna make it at my hardest, makin' it a promise Chasin' with my heart in it I just gotta make it to the stars, a spaceship or a rocket Paintin', I'm an artist I'm just tryna make it as an artist (and I'm sensitive about my shit) I just gotta make it Heavy way to hold the head and notice Just a long and cold and scary But I don't even feel a thing no more I set my goals and I'm prepared (look-look-look-look-look, uh) But will you be there? (Look, uh) Everybody wanna come and hang with the stars Pinky ring, chain, bling-bling and the cars A hundred miles an hour on the way to Lee-R You don't even believe in Jesus wearin' Christian Dior You crazy on a Twitter, who we need for PR? You out of control, P-O-W-E-R Went to the head and now you doin' bodily harm On the meds and nobody wanna say Because they scared to lose a gig But yeah-yeah, you wanna be JID, kid I used to wanna be Jay, I used to wanna be Wayne I used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3K And all my homegirls wanted to be Beyoncé (Can you pay my telephone bills?) Woah, shit, I was just lookin' for a deal Workin' so hard, had to sharpen my skills Work with my dawgs, still sharpen my steel Was still in apartments, stealin' and starvin' Fast-forward, I'm in a buildin' with stars And I got in Yachty car, he got stars in the ceilin' Pause for a minute (wait) Gotta know the difference in the stars and the gimmicks Are you really in it for the arts or the image? Do you really live it in your heart and spirit? It's part of all you are, and all you isn't Heavy way to hold the head and notice (trust your vision) Just a long and cold and scary (trust your vision) But I don't even feel a thing no more I set my goals and I'm prepared But will you be there? And now, a word from our ancestors Man, I, I like these new slaves Your chain hangin', bling swingin', back breakin' But it's gleamin', problem posture, double cup leanin' Slide, slouchin' tiger, pimpin' dragon on swagger VVS is very vertebrae snappin', lights flashin' A manicured appearance concealin' the shattered spirit Jinn sneerin' out the paradox prism The palace as the prison, retail religion Red carpet constriction, freedom as the fiction As nigga raised specific as race really existin' Man, get the bag, you're trippin' Go 'head partner, hit this, sip this Wishlist, hitlist, top ten, shit list, bitchless Chickless, playmate, playboy, flip sides, same coin, big front But no joy, yuck, oh boy, hot girls, cold hearts Taxman like the Taliban and ISIS No relation to class of Osiris Kissin' cousins 'til the climbin' gas prices kill a climate Yikes-es, sucker, mean muggin', who the nicest? A promised death known is what they life is They tap in, they tap out like a tabloid typist They touch too tiny to the titan, YA-S-double I-N Conquerin' lion out the liar, seek the garden, flee the fire One, two, three, four