[Lyric] Stars (Promonant)

PCE fire the label, niggas wanna stop Joc. Drop top put him right in the stable. You don't wanna see me in ya hood three deep in the woods when the pack touchdown right on the table. So you better slow ya roll fore you be on papers. Infiniti to Tiffany I'm so beyond haters. You niggas acting like you tough you so peon heavy. If you ain't know you better ask nigga we already. Try to kick me out the streets but they ain't do what I did. Don't try to beef with me when you already know what it is. This for them niggas on 900 block doing it big. Just so you know I stay wit it, I am no one to kid. You gotta problem homie put ya chest out, left right. Hit you with that two piece knock yo bitch ass out. I got the homie ready to eat, you fiending for clout. And if you say you got it on you what you screaming about? You talk tough better step, cause it's mean in the south. Otherwise stop lying, put a seam to ya mouth. Red beam get em clean we ain't never without. Real niggas in the field, know the deal no doubt. It's on sight when we running get to gunning in ya Avenue. The block is on fire niggas itching just to clap at you. The streets dried up, talking bout you a G. How it's food on yo plate but the rest can't eat? These niggas claim they on a mission but the check ain't speak. You get to starving as an artist then ya pen game weak. I'm on some bitch I'm down to win it ain't no way imma change. A real nigga never flex when he know he the man. I got the heart of the port and I'm taking a stand. So stop asking what it do, when you know who I am. I got the heart of the port and I'm taking a stand. So stop asking what it do, bitch you know who I am