Top Songs By Charisma NP
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Hunter Parker
Songwriter
Ryan Ramsey
Songwriter
Olajuwon Cozart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charisma NP
Mixing Engineer
Whoislnp
Producer
Lyrics
Wait is that, Charisma?
Tryna rock out, Rockin them stages
Had no patience
Tryna get famous
Just wanna make it
Got a big name living with a big dream
Leave my hater salty saline
I'm attached to music so I can't say no strings
Gotta get my chicken right I need more wangs
Came with the sauce cause I got the drip
Steph curry two k I do not miss
Capitalize just watch how I shift
Rockstar lifestyle enjoying the rift
Nothing to say then I'm pleading the fifth
My homies you know that I'm rocking with
Silence the hate I'm pressing and blocking it
Let's be some rockstars in this bitch
Rockstars in this bitch
Foot on the gas like I'm late to work
Came with the shovel came straight out the dirt
Outta control I'm going berserk
Rocking hard I'm the center of earth
They say good things come to those to those who deserve
I'm just saying I waited my turn
Was the wait really worth?
Rockstars with guitars and foreign cars with the finest of women
Everyone know who we are the best of musicians
Rockstar lifestyle that's what I envision
For how I am living
Nonstop grind even after we complete the mission
Never ending its just a quest
Like what is next?
Speakers out blaring loud
Rockstar lifestyle what I'm going for now
Rockstar rockstar rockstar rockstar rock star
We got pools right outside
Looking down the skyline
Wanna be a rockstar enjoying life
I'm on papers don 't like how I feel on the alcohol but it help me out
Bitch ass Nigga don't know where I'm from but I'm in his city an I might pop out
Conscience going late at night am I gone make my momma proud?
Pray to Jesus I get back up she broke my heart I was down and out
Yea Get back up
Shit fuck my feelings and fuck my heart sometimes I feel just like a child
She like When you gone stay all you do is leave get that from my pops guess it worked Out
Told her baby I'm in too deep I get so high fuck it I drown
Nigga smiling think he got a away wit that shit Fuck yo bitch and make him frown
Fuck his bitch and make him frown yea
Get out that drought
Never wanted to be king of my city but I'll say thanks if they give me the crown
Isolated livin Lowkey If I make it big don't come around yea
Aye aye None of these niggas Ain't hold me down
Aye, Aye
None of these niggas Ain't hold me down put that on my heart and on my sleeve
Bless her with my time I make her sneeze
She on her knees she love omeeze
If you want my dick then just say please
Aye if you want my dick then just say please
I don't do facebooking no more cause it just feel like a mental cage
Brookfield hoe stalked me at Walmart and she ain't put that shit on her page
Skrt that GT is a five hundred gimmie one minute like Nicholas cage
All this pain made my heart dark get outta my business and get outta my face aye
I'm on my way it was that simple
Caught up in a loop I coulda walked away from
Gotta make a move and trust my music
So I guess I gotta put the bottle down
And focus on emotion
But I'm destined to be a rockstar so
Man I'm bouta go back cruise to Hollywood
California bound smoking valley hood bud
We just riding down the highway c'mon man let's hit the gas
Bumping east coast rap party in the west
Record a few tracks man I love the vibe
This the mainstream sound with the high key tones
This the first goal scored and I set a lot more
Like a hockey coach
Call me John Coop of the rap league
Ready to further battle anybody that wanna walk up in the Ring
A hurricane is coming this just the rain
And you in the range
So sad to say
But you ain't number one and you'll never be no way
No way
All my bags are packed gotta take a chance
I'm on my way to Hollywood
Hollywood bitch
I'm a rockstar but I ain't no punk
I only smoke papers but the bros smoke blunts
Getting faded in the hills feeling so fucked up
Rockstar lifestyle never gave a fuck
Rocking with a real one, never no rerun
I'm so versatile never getting stuck
Milwaukee type shit we the champs man we up
Paper on my mind Yeah my brain on bucks
Bain on bucks cause money's what we love
Stash full of cash I can never get enough
Stacking all my tracks i could never give it up
Got to many people
Relying on my craft
My whole staff hood made it out the mud
I could never stop
Even if I could
I would never turn my back on anybody
We all bout to dip headed west bound to Hollywood
Writer(s): Noah Parker
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