Every Nigga is a Star
Every Nigga is a Star
Hey, who am I?
But you and I are
Every Nigga is a Star
Hit me!
When the four corners of this cocoon collide
You'll slip through the cracks hoping that you'll survive
Gather your weight, take a deep look inside
Are you really worth it?
They are the lies to pamper butterflies
At first I did love you
But I just wanna
Late nights thinking of you
Until I got my
Toss and turn, less and learn
You was my first girlfriend
Bridges burn
All across the board
Each stone
Oh, I fall
When I get signed, homie, I'm making food
Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room
Slash a little secretary bitch for the homies
Blue eyed devil with a fat ass monkey
I'ma buy a brand new car, they on vows
Truck the hood up two times, do the flow
Platinum on everything, platinum on wearing rain
Married to the gang, man, the bad bitch shows
When I get signed, homie, I'ma buy a strap
Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap
Take a few M60s to the hood
Pass it on to the cops, I'ma take a few M60s to the hood

Pass them all out on the black ones, girl
I'ma put the cop to swap me by the White House
Republic ain't run up, get socked out
Hit the press with a Cuban ink on my neck
Uneducated, but I got a million dollar jack like that
We should never came, we should never came
Money go back home, money go back home
We should never came, we should never came
Money go back home, money go back home
Everybody get out
At first I did love you
But I just wanna flirt
Late nights thinkin' of you
Until I get my
Toss and turn, lesson learned
You was my first girlfriend
When the bridges burned
All across the board
All across the board

Each gone
But what for?
Yo, what's up?
It's Dre
Remember the first time you came out to the house?
You said you wanted a spot like mine
But remember
Anybody can get it
The hard part is keepin' it
What you want?
You a house, you a car
Forty acres and a mule
A piano, a guitar, anything
Say my name is Uncle Sam on your dog
You can live at the mall
I know your kind
That's why
Don't have receipts
That's fine
Pay me later
Wear those gaiters
Cliche and say
Your haters
I can see the bottle in you
I can see the dollar in you
Little white lies
But it's no white collar in you
But it's what have I know
Because I'm still followin' you
Because you make me never have a baby
Count it all together baby
They hit the register
Make me feel better baby
Your horoscope
It's a Gemini
Two sides
So you met a cop
Everything two times
Two groups, two chains
Two C-notes
Too much and enough
But we know
Christmas
Tell them what's on your wish list
Get it all
You deserve it
Get tricked
And when you hit the White House
Do you
But remember
You ain't passed economics in school
And everything you buy
Taxes
Will deny
How Wesley sniped your a** before thirty five
You
Lookin' down
It's quite a drop
Drop, drop, drop
Talkin' good
When you're on top
When you're on top
You got a metaphor
Leavin' metaphors
Metaphysically
In a state of euphoria
Look for ways
Made for your gross
Mind
We should navigate
taxi
Oh
Quality
Check
Era
Get in
cash
See what you decide
I'm the *
I want to play
Solar
La mountain
Now get ready

Key
Hurry back

There
I'm your
poly