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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Lyrics
Indyah Madsen
Indyah Madsen
Composer
Liam Barry McAlister
Liam Barry McAlister
Composer
Mohammed ali Al-Khuzai
Mohammed ali Al-Khuzai
Composer
Nicholas Ivan Morris
Nicholas Ivan Morris
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RunItUpNick
RunItUpNick
Producer
INDYAH
INDYAH
Producer
beatsbylmc
beatsbylmc
Producer
Yeahthismoh
Yeahthismoh
Producer

Lyrics

(I don't wanna be another Rockstar) People tellin' me that I am (I'm just a Rockstar for the trenches) (I'm just a Rockstar from the trenches) (I'm just a Rockstar for the trenches) I'm just a Rockstar for the trenches I ain't seen my mama sad in a minute I gave her everything, you can't trick her I told my daughters to watch out for niggas I'm at a jet airport with a killer Too much drank I done threw up out the window I was smart, I wasn't movin' with niggas That wasn't me, you confused me with niggas Goin' broke? I can't imagine it Fuck it off, I hold the line of Saks Dominos, that's a hater effect IC 'corded, caught me drinkin' the Act' Charge the 'Rari, where the battery at? I confess, where the therapy at? Lost so many niggas, feel like a test Made my daughter mad, I get her baguettes Ain't no vaccines, just give me a six Ain't got time to really lay with a bitch I be on hard when she lay on my dick Half of you niggas my only regret Gotta react what they put on the 'net Answer the phone, ain't gon' never forget Answer the jail calls, yeah, answer the jail calls, yeah (yeah) I can count how many times you helped me up Plenty times I was on my back, you ain't help me up Act like they with me, whole time laughin' it up I made it out the trenches, I'm blessed to be up I can count on my hands any time you helped You showin' your hand, you gon' get hit with the belt I'm tellin' my friends how I'm enhanced with wealth You stand on ten, but same time you left Public defender, your lawyer for free Your Mount Rushmore list can't fuck with me Tried to go popstar, had to fuck up the streets Could've went to the league, but he fucked up his knee, yeah I make it rain wherever I'm goin' The bitches gon' love me when I'm in the buildin' I be on and off, on and off in a relationship when I'm sippin' I got a trench bitch, she so paranoid She cut her phone off when she sleep Real nigga, I'm in rare form, man, gotta practice whatever I preach Lamborghini doors raised like ringworm, I be paranoid when I'm sleep You want freedom and I want peace Fuck her good, she gon' give you the tea In the hood, you can't compare to me Hypnosis, I ain't sleep in a week Minnesota, flip your weed in a week You got promoted, you doin' federal team I can count on my hands any time you helped You showin' your hand, you gon' get hit with the belt I'm tellin' my friends how I'm enhanced with wealth You stand on ten, but same time you left I can count on my hands any time you helped You showin' your hand, you gon' get hit with the belt I'm tellin' my friends how I'm enhanced with wealth You stand on ten, but same time you left (I don't wanna be another Rockstar) People tellin' me that I am I'm just gonna see you at the top now Maybe then, you'll have a better plan
Writer(s): Liam Mcalister, Durk D Banks, Nicholas Morris, Indyah Mcalister, Yeahthis Moh Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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