[Starlito Speaking]
A whole lot of times, I just be up;
Middle of the night, overnight, early mornings
Just reading..
[Verse 1: Starlito]
Feel like we slaves, thugging, risking our freedom for whips and chains
Used to want fame, along the way the mission changed
Need a physician's signature and prescription to fix this pain
Just listen, this isn't in vain, I'm really just giving game
To you lame brains, stay in your lane, show some restraint
It's real out here, I'm chilling, but they still out here dealing 'caine
Niggas telling, not to mention, they'll kill you for anything
Man, racism on the regular
I'm having strange feelings I'm being traced off of my cellular
You got these fuck niggas, fake niggas, et cetera
It's getting to the point that I hate niggas, I'm tellin' ya
Hoes too, they'll side track ya, eye-catchers
Just a distraction, so I fuck them hoes and say "bye" after
Yeah, fuck them hoes, you can have that bitch in a scouts honor
Told my accountant, I'm counting on her, trying to get this account a new comma
Praying hard that these rap fans respect the real
Record deal on schedule, Grinding Hard, I never chill
They better chill and appreciate that I let 'em live
This my seventh pill, I can't let up off of these sedatives
That's a lie, I just figured you like your rappers high
Or incoherent, as drunk as I was on Trap or Die
I'm on that Grey Goose, do I know you?
Aw, you know me, and that's so cool. LITO
A whole lot of times, I just be up;
Middle of the night, overnight, early mornings
Just reading..
[Verse 1: Starlito]
Feel like we slaves, thugging, risking our freedom for whips and chains
Used to want fame, along the way the mission changed
Need a physician's signature and prescription to fix this pain
Just listen, this isn't in vain, I'm really just giving game
To you lame brains, stay in your lane, show some restraint
It's real out here, I'm chilling, but they still out here dealing 'caine
Niggas telling, not to mention, they'll kill you for anything
Man, racism on the regular
I'm having strange feelings I'm being traced off of my cellular
You got these fuck niggas, fake niggas, et cetera
It's getting to the point that I hate niggas, I'm tellin' ya
Hoes too, they'll side track ya, eye-catchers
Just a distraction, so I fuck them hoes and say "bye" after
Yeah, fuck them hoes, you can have that bitch in a scouts honor
Told my accountant, I'm counting on her, trying to get this account a new comma
Praying hard that these rap fans respect the real
Record deal on schedule, Grinding Hard, I never chill
They better chill and appreciate that I let 'em live
This my seventh pill, I can't let up off of these sedatives
That's a lie, I just figured you like your rappers high
Or incoherent, as drunk as I was on Trap or Die
I'm on that Grey Goose, do I know you?
Aw, you know me, and that's so cool. LITO
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