(Hook) A lot of er... sharks out Turn up to take a bite of hot A lot of comedians out Try to up Every time something new along wants to buy it Don't happen (B-Real) So you wanna be a rock superstar, and live A big house, 5 cars, you're in Comin' up in the world, trust nobody Gotta look your shoulder constantly I remember the days when I was a young kid up in the mirror, dreamin about blowin up The crowds, make money, chill with the honeys Sign autographs or whatever the want from me Shit's funny how dreams manifest And the that be comin with it Nevertheless you got to go for the but you don't know the blood, sweat and tears And losing of your peers And losing of yourself to the years past, gone by Hopefully you don't for the wrong guy and the brainiac Don't how to act deep 48 tracks gangster, mack, Sign the deal, thinks he's make a mill But never will til he over Still filling your head with with me, show the sacrifice it takes to make the cheese You be a rock superstar in the biz And take shit people who don't know what it is I it was all fun and games but the price of fame is high And some pay to play Feel trapped in you rapping about Tell me what happened when you clout the route You took started No No No No No And everybody shits on your So you wanna be a superstar, and live large A big house, 5 cars, you're in up in the world, don't trust nobody Gotta look your shoulder constantly And be a rock superstar, and live A big house, 5 cars, you're in Comin' up in the world, trust nobody Gotta over your shoulder constantly (Hook) see rock stars You know what I'm But you try to Get out'n work like, like... everybody else, you You know, it is a fun job but still a job, you know Save your money, man... Save money too Hit don't last very long You know I'm I mean I'm lucky in game too There's gonna be gat comin out Looking me, soundin' like me next year I this be a flipside Of you did Somebody's to spinoff Like serious (Sen Dog) You ever have big dreams of big green Big shot, heavy hitter on the And you wanna shanty In the Bentley, be a snob and never act You wanna big fame, let me explain What happens to stars and their big brains they get played like all damn day Long as you sell everything be OK Then you get dissed by the media and Things never stay the way they began I heard that never give full to the fullest That's while end up dining on the bullet everything's fine in the big time See me in my Lex a chrome raised high So you wanna far And large It ain't all that goes with a rock star (B-Real) My own son don't me I'm chillin in the hotel room But I thank God I'm with my But I wish I was back home But only no radio or videos didn't me no love The phony, gotta hit the road So the record gets by Sony I'm in the like Monie And the say that my own people disown me And the best way back is to keep your head straight, never the cranium They're too worried them honies at the Palladium Who just cling on, swing on, And so on Go on, off, The roll on Till the rock superstar no shame Give him a year and he'll be right out the The same as the last one who came him Gained fame, gettin ignored, I warned him him This easy take it from weezy Sleezy people wanna be so They're evil