Rockstar Lifestyle

Lyrics: Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Semsi salvino/Thomas Ross Music: Kenyatta Frazier Jr./Semsi salvino/Thomas Ross Like Like, back when niggas ain't have nothin' And all these hoes just ****in' for fun, no way they like Now this shit different, yuh I'm 'bout to drop the ceilin', yeah I'm 'bout to drop my album, I'm 'bout to kill 'em Lil' bitch, I say whatever I want, I ain't got no filter If I bought her ass and titties, huh, huh, then I built her, yeah, yeah Yeah, I built her I been sippin' codeine, don't give no ****s about my liver Pass that cup, pour me up Rockstar lifestyle, yeah, I been off these drugs Rockstar lifestyle, yeah, she don't give no ****s I just flew yo' bitch out to India I'm so high, rеd, huh, huh, this ain't no Indica Like a wrestler, I'm 'bout to hit this bitch with my finishеr Fatality, Mortal Kombat, yeah, I'm endin' her Huh, huh, pull out track, huh, huh, quarterback Huh, huh, put it on the floor, I need more of that, yeah, yeah You lookin' for me, bitch, I'm posted in the cul-de-sac Yeah, yeah, cul-de-sac, yeah, yeah Swipe shit, pipe shit Real rockstar, that my type, bih Opium aesthetic, yeah, type shit VVS diamonds on my right wrist, and my left Carats in my ear, no I can't hear shit, yeah, I'm deaf You can ask my partners, I been poppin' shit since I was twelve I got pounds 'bout to land, ayy, keep ya eyes on the mail I'm Ken Carson, I'm bigger than the law, I ain't goin' back to jail, yeah, yeah **** 12, yeah, yeah I ain't leavin' no evidence cause the stick came with a shell catcher If my partner flip yo' shit, then I'm payin' that lil' bail, yeah, yeah She took off all her clothes 'cause she say, "It’s hot as hell in here" Balenciaga, steroid boots, I could step on the whole town If you talkin' down, I can get you spun right now Ain't no bitch ****ing with my bitch, and that's hands down Every time I look up she be making TikToks to my sound I mean TikToks to my song, I feel like I'm Drake, bitch I'm so far gone I pulled up with that drac and that boy never made it home These niggas don't be for real, they need to leave me alone, cuz I step on shit Imma sweat, New Zealand, Sweden, yeah, I had dirty piss Buyin' every switch, on that bitch, this some dirty sticks I was ****in' on a M.I.L.F., she was thirty-six I don't really shop at Kith, I be in SoHo I'm flexin' on my bitch, sometimes you gotta let a hoe know I told the label I'm lit, **** it I don't need no promo Super Saiyan, yeah, while I'm diff, I'm in go mode Upside down cross beside my neck, but I ain't ever sell my soul