Superstar / In My Soul

(Exo)

(Deuxe made this one)

Baby, why you do too much? You ain't even gotta try

Manny, you a superstar, you ain't even gotta slide

Just 'cause you seen that diving board, don't mean you gotta dive in

I done woke up on my scam shit, bring the card, I need the login

We done got some money, but I really need more, hmm

And my shoes they cost two thousand, bitch I'm rockin' Dior

Yo' boyfriend can't show a thousand, man these **** P-oor

Pop out the whip, pitch-black and white, look like a fucking keyboard

Ah, ah

Ah, ah

Feel it in my soul, ah

Feel it in my raps, ****

Feel it in the trap, ****

Money tall

Took a bathroom break wit' yo' bitch, I feel like Mal (Oh man)

And I'm having my way wit' this shit, I'll never list crawl, huh

I'm just doing it for my fans, I kinda missed y'all, huh

Back then you was broke as hell, somebody fixed y'all, huh (Nah)

Tryna put a thousand songs on my hard-drive in a month

I just rolled up what a **** saved for a week in a blunt

Please don't confront that **** about that bitch, that ain't nothin'

You had pulled yo' gun out, I ain't do shit, lil MANNY ain't run

I can't name a time, lil ****

If I had my iron, I was fine ****, on God

I been wanting to do this rap shit since lil Ron, ****

I ain't tripping, that shit happened perfect time, ****

Lil bro scared to go to court, he might go out like Brian Nichols (Damn)

Ah, ah

Ah, ah

Feel it in my soul, ah

Feel it in my raps, ****

Feel it in the trap, ****

Baby, why you do too much? You ain't even gotta try

Manny, you a superstar, you ain't even gotta slide

Just 'cause you seen that diving board, don't mean you gotta dive in

I done woke up on my scam shit, bring the card, I need the login

We done got some money, but I really need more, hmm

And my shoes they cost two thousand, bitch I'm rockin' Dior

Yo' boyfriend can't show a thousand, man these **** P-oor

Pop out the whip, pitch-black and white, look like a fucking keyboard

Hmm, uh

Hmm, huh

To the top if you ask me where I'm goin'

Please don't let nobody in when I'm recordin'

Lost a dub on a chase, could've bought a Cartier

I'm a rockstar kid, I'm still with Harley, yeah

"Ho, you put it on", bitch, I'm a model, yeah

Gotta cop a couple B's to even call me, yeah

Load so fucking big, we need a dolly, yeah

You can't take a pill up out my party pack

I been tryna stack a mill', so where the parties at?

Think yo' bitch know she ain't none', she like an Arby's sandwich

Ah, ah

Ah, ah

Feel it in my soul, ah

Feel it in my raps, ****

Feel it in the trap, ****