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Rockstars (feat. Kxng Ramsey & OMACC)

Charisma NP

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Rockstars (feat. Kxng Ramsey & OMACC)
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Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Hunter Parker
Noah Hunter Parker
Songwriter
Ryan Ramsey
Ryan Ramsey
Songwriter
Olajuwon Cozart
Olajuwon Cozart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charisma NP
Charisma NP
Mixing Engineer
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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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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