American raised, Canadian My is Daystar Peterston One day I'mma be the artist in the whole world As for right now though, the is 2008 I'm 16 years old, this is where my story
Daystar, I you hear me calling you Daystar, open this You what, I'm done, I'm done I'm so sick of your disrespect, I don't know the fuck to do I'm tired, you cook, you don't clean You don't do All I asked you to do was go get a job You won't go get a job But you wanna find yourself in the hustling Thinking that gonna pay off, it ain't gon' pay off It does not last, you gonna find dead Real, oh okay, so you to tell me That you think that street life pay off for you? Boy please, I'm waiting to get the phone call for them to tell me to come down and identify your body. It ain't gon' last. And music stuff. Nigga go get a job. That's what you need. You a job, I'm done. I'm sorry you lost your mom, but I take this shit no more. I want you to get your shit and get the out. I'm done your ass. Get your shit, get the fuck out. I'm done, get the out
It's the year 2008, I'm getting up out the crib Instead of contemplating where the fuck I'm bouta Mama died the same year my had the kid It was feed the fam or get killed So a nigga said it, 5 of us puttin' up for one room Landlord buggin' Roaches on the ceiling, living room straight Should've been left but the trap stayed yeah yeah Big time, big so swole you would think it did time Swear I you niggas for the 5th time get mine, yeah I got a ring so big, call the big time She don't wanna fuck me, man bitch lyin' I've been on the get a billion dollar, rich In the studio, I'm skating a inline Sorry I went Kristi Yamaguchi the dough Teachers called me stupid, now I'm stupid the flow Stupid with the whip game, bankroll ass nigga, getting stupid paid shows I've been on the Now a nigga my way around, yeah yeah Big time, chain weigh me down, yeah yeah Flying private, I can the plane around, yeah yeah These niggas pissy that we stayed around, yeah
Hop in one nigga Get back in another one Dip back in one nigga, woah Hop in another one We back with another one Came back in another one nigga, I told, I you all I how I'mma get mine I told, I you all I know, I Hop in one nigga hop out another one nigga Dip back in another one nigga, Hop in one nigga We back with one nigga Then back in one nigga, woah
My wrist is froze like Yamaguchi Skating on them, Kristi We watch a talkin' at us loosely on them, Kristi Yamaguchi You love the sound, uh, don't around, uh 458, I it in the winter Big homie asked a what I'm down for Looked him in the eye and said to do it I'm bigger than you I'm wop his ass on him Kicked out the in Brampton had a nigga trappin' out in Danforth Take the TTC to get the figures, just me my lil had no hittas wit us Was the thugs, dealers, plugs, killers and slugs All my niggas was plugs, all my bitches was me out when I was tryna make it deal what it does Can't about a drop when they put 6 in my plug thing I gotta do is get my Mom out the mud Only thing I gotta do is get it poppin' and Only thing I do is hit my wrist with the soda Niggas thought it was over, but I live by the slogan I you
Hop in one nigga Get in another one nigga Dip back in another one nigga, Hop in another one We with another one nigga Came back in another one nigga, I told, I you all I know how I'mma get I told, I you all I know, I
It's a chance I won't fuck with you niggas It's a 7-30 chance I might up them digits In the bottom where them niggas ain't fuck with you nigga Now up and they feel like they should be up with you nigga I remember nights when I was starving and hungry and and bummy And for-sick 'cause my car wasn't and woah Dawgy all I want is a The game was callin' me audibly someone confronted, but no Niggas never gave a nothing Fuck I look like giving something? Made this week, that's on my dead mama Spend a hundred and I ain't even know it Dawg I my coat is nice and wasn't even snowing Mama told me since a I would be a soldier Played the out on the block you used to see me scopin' Respect the shooters, that's a goal, we 'bout to blow this
Hop in one nigga Then hop out another one Dip in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one We back with another one Dip back in another one nigga, I told, I you all I know how I'mma get I told, I you all I know, I
the year 2009 and I done found myself a crib I ain't got no dough, but I found myself a bitch Dollars and success is my niggas tryna get Young as but fake ID gon' get me in the VIP I done said fuck school, fuck the and the public I rather count this money with the and the junkies The teachers used to tell me "boy you ain't 'mount to nothing" The love I felt was from the dealers and the hustlas We gon' do the most, so tell them niggas go Seen my nigga RV, and went and him a Ghost the windshield, the centerfold on the door Ten below on you hoes, getting dough on you Getting dough on these fours, getting money and These checks are looking silly, I'm getting on hoes Funny how I'm stuntin' and somethin' in stone Put them on hold, put them runners on go the bag
I was fucked up, I had to go I had moved in with my girl, you know she kept it than a lot of my niggas She much but she was mine The and the roses