‘The Stars (On Chill)’

Hook(x2):
Since a youngin', been attracted to money, women an' fast cars
{-} Pro'lly find mention of 'em in my last bars
Summer night, I be lost in the stars
Laid back, on chill, just lookin' because

Verse 1:
In a mood, instrumentals blarin', brainstormin'
I feel it in the air, comin' on, storm-warnin'
I be dreamin' - of e'rything I want an' don't have
An' how it seems sometimes this shit– right in my grasp
Thinkin' back on years past, come far as a artist
Nigga 33 now, still ain't hittin' my targets
Despite that, won't quit, just– focus on the get-back
Ignorin' hunger pangs an' all that comes wit' that
Disgruntled from them setbacks, still won't let my stride halt
Keep it movin' forward {-} 'til the day I ride off
Or– pull up on you fools in a Bugatti Veyron
Roll down the window, chunk the deuce, then head on
All about gettin' a chance to shit on– anybody
That's ever shitted on me, put that envy in they body
Walkin' in the light of God, turn– blessings into power
Anybody hatin'? E'rything you touch'll sour

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Verse 2:
Once had a love, {-} I would've gave the world to
But she let a nigga go, turned my whole world blue
That was– a year ago, an' I'm still tryna heal
I'm the one who fucked up, yo, let me keep it real
Should've noticed the signs of– depression an' disinterest
Stuck a pin it, mo'– board/bored than Pinterest
Who could blame her? I'm a bum, not a penny to my name
Just– audacity, ambitious goals an' game
Ironic– wantin' fame, all the while scared to be social
Never walk it like I talk it, but ain't scared to be boastful
Never scared to be vocal, it's– mainly why I rap
Not a hustler or a grinder, but I'm sick of table scraps
So I aim to do better, speak life into greatness
Show 'er I can be a man, to wayside wit' my hatred
But the– reality I'm faced wit' is showin' me
She is never comin' back; futility done totaled me, c'mon

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Verse 3:
Listen close, hear my heartbeat thumpin' in time
Wit' the bassline an' snare, script a lump from my mind
Pure gold, that's all I got, am an' can be
Ingenuity, precision, my genius comes fluidly
Fluently– speak manifestation, goals feel like fellation
Big nuts bound to bust, rock-solid, never deflation
Empire Under Construction, –a fruitful foundation
For the inbound an' patient, youthful sound-sation
Crucial salvation, {-} delivered in the nick of time
Penny for ya' thoughts, two dimes an' nickel rhyme
My work means so much, sometimes you slip my mind
Don't mean you ain't important, just mean that I slipped behind
You my life an' my love, do anything to prove it all
Do it gargantuan, others do it small
{-} I'm good for it if you need one true to call
Tell the haters I'ma see 'em in Hell/inhale, no Albuterol

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