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