Song: Rockstar
Artist:  YRM Bear
Year: 2021
Viewed: 42 - Published at: 3 years ago

I bring the flame
My team like the heat
Y’all are just walking
I’m jogging on beats
He filthy with it
Keep a rack in my jeans
That boy he a btch
Yeah he sweet
Bring your own beer and
Bring your own weed
Been in my zone
Ain’t no playing with me
Heard he a leech
It spread like disease
Some of us lazy
And some love to eat
Used to be chunky
Now my wallet obese
The sunglasses on me
I can't let you see
Oh he a beast
Oh he like freeze
Blue power ranger
I got it on mе

My car go 300
I came from the cleanеrs
Those gucci slides on me
They ain’t come from dreaming
He’s was on Twitter
But who is he dissing
I know that I’m different
Fcking his ex
Ill take his main btch again
Killing her deep in her
Breaking her back
Came up off nothing
I let go of that past
Don’t need none of that
Came up with passion
And a whole lotta hussle
He tryna flex but
Wait i make double
Not gonna lie
Love the streets and the struggle
My weed taste like truffles
Wasn’t born in a day
And pray to god every night
Most of them soft
But your btch ain’t my type
I quit complaining
And found a whole life
You can have yours
Imma get mines
Btches want me like they want supreme hoodies
Stay up all nights for the racks and the hundreds
Boy we from the trenches back then we was thugging
100 on the left wrist now it ain’t nothing
Can’t go clubbing yea all the hoes love me
I’m from Norfolk so I guess i got lucky
Bring em to the tele and they all be fcking
You can have the rebound like Tim Duncan
Stunner silky white tee stained with mustard
Fck it Gucci links on my neck in the long run
All done never stay up till the sun come out
Running from your fears yea that ain't no route
Dreaming of diamonds in my mouth since a child
Rapper with a rockstar vibe sound it out
Getting to the money gotta get it right now

100 on the interstate
In the black lamb
Finger on the mac-12
Hope it don't jam
Wear big pants
Cause I got big bands
Most of y'all lame
I couldn't even chance it
A real sharpshooter yea
Like I'm Tom Clancy
Real dope boy
Yea all my diamonds dancing
Came from the projects
And now my hood fancy
Once I heard the beat yea
Then they started dancing
Half of y'all feds
I couldn't take no chances
Chain dripping off me
It came from Atlantis
I bring the flame
My team like the heat
Y’all are just walking
I’m jogging on beats
He filthy with it
Keep a rack in my jeans
That boy he a btch
Yeah he sweet
Bring your own beer and
Bring your own weed
Been in my zone
Ain’t no playing with me
Heard he a leech
It spread like disease
Some of us lazy
And some love to eat
Used to be chunky
Now my wallet obese
The sunglasses on me
I can't let you see
Oh he a beast
Oh he like freeze
Blue power ranger
I got it on me


My car go 300
I came from the cleaners
Those gucci slides on me
They ain’t come from dreaming
He’s was on Twitter
But who is he dissing
I know that I’m different
Fcking his ex
Ill take his main btch again
Killing her deep in her
Breaking her back
Came up off nothing
I let go of that past
Don’t need none of that
Came up with passion
And a whole lotta hussle
He tryna flex but
Wait i make double
Not gonna lie
Love the streets and the struggle
My weed taste like truffles
Wasn’t born in a day
And pray to god every night
Most of them soft
But your btch ain’t my type
I quit complaining
And found a whole life
You can have yours
Imma get mines

( YRM Bear )
www.ChordsAZ.com

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