[Hook]
Your son is a star, baby (Your son is a star)
Look at how far he made it (Look at how far)
In the North with the gods baby (With the gods)
You know he go hard daily (He go hard)
I pray to Jesus (I pray to Jesus)
I get enough cheese (I get enough cheese)
To buy you a crib overseas
Be happy for me daddy please
[Refrain]
Your son is a star, baby
In the North with the gods, baby
I pray to Jesus
Buy you a crib overseas
[Verse 1]
Aye pops, I went to Price City as a kid, and with bad hair
My head wasn't empty but there was too much bad there
Stubborn and ignorant
I was fucking convinced I was starting to hate you
More than I thought I hated you last
And now I wanna put some Italian food on your dinner plate
If it don't match the house, it ain't no thing, we can renovate
It's funny, the other day my uncle told me
I remind him of a younger you in a day
I know I never said it pops but you the man though
You taught your nut how to let his nuts hang low
Never became a doctor but I hear my fans though
That means I did what you wanted just in a different angle
We used to never connect, we were on different channels
Now I'm forced to connect with you on different channels
I mean literally different channels
The ones I stand the furthest from are the ones I stand for
I hope you know that
This song is not a throwback
To when you said I'd go bad
When I told you that there was no place for me in no class
You got to see your son amount to something and I'm so glad
I made it past the rappers you don't like, I know you so glad
I made them fall in love with mama when I made that "Four" track
She proud and I know that I talk to her in her dreams
And in that car accident I heard her talk back
I just wanna thank you for being there for me
Your son is a star daddy
Your son is a star, baby (Your son is a star)
Look at how far he made it (Look at how far)
In the North with the gods baby (With the gods)
You know he go hard daily (He go hard)
I pray to Jesus (I pray to Jesus)
I get enough cheese (I get enough cheese)
To buy you a crib overseas
Be happy for me daddy please
[Refrain]
Your son is a star, baby
In the North with the gods, baby
I pray to Jesus
Buy you a crib overseas
[Verse 1]
Aye pops, I went to Price City as a kid, and with bad hair
My head wasn't empty but there was too much bad there
Stubborn and ignorant
I was fucking convinced I was starting to hate you
More than I thought I hated you last
And now I wanna put some Italian food on your dinner plate
If it don't match the house, it ain't no thing, we can renovate
It's funny, the other day my uncle told me
I remind him of a younger you in a day
I know I never said it pops but you the man though
You taught your nut how to let his nuts hang low
Never became a doctor but I hear my fans though
That means I did what you wanted just in a different angle
We used to never connect, we were on different channels
Now I'm forced to connect with you on different channels
I mean literally different channels
The ones I stand the furthest from are the ones I stand for
I hope you know that
This song is not a throwback
To when you said I'd go bad
When I told you that there was no place for me in no class
You got to see your son amount to something and I'm so glad
I made it past the rappers you don't like, I know you so glad
I made them fall in love with mama when I made that "Four" track
She proud and I know that I talk to her in her dreams
And in that car accident I heard her talk back
I just wanna thank you for being there for me
Your son is a star daddy
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