I’m Not a Star Rick Ross

[Intro]
Maybach Music
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[Verse 1]
I'm not a star (Me), somebody lied
I got a pistol in the car (Ha), a .45
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon (Ha)
Buried in Louie, I'm talkin' all brown linen
Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city (Ugh)
Load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts (Ayy)
Told on my partner and helped them crackers give him thirty
I told him I got it, therefore, I gotta do you dirty (I gotta)
Back on my biz, been in this bitch since 8:30
Scoop me a dime, now makin off at 10:30
Goin' on 12:00, go home and tell that man a lie
I got a bake sale, bitch, it's thirty for the pie (Ross)
It's nine for the slice, dummy, that's a Dan Marino (What)
Talkin' quarterbacks, meaning, talkin' quarter-kilos (Ayy)
Niggas feel my pain, I ain't even gotta say it (Boss)
Where I come from, if you open it, you payin'
How I can save when all my niggas in the can? (Can)
Am I my brother's keeper? Motherfucker, take my hand (Me)