Die Like a Rockstar Danny Brown

[Verse 1]
Brown bless the mic like gesundheit
Bud 'bout the size of a bonsai
Kick it like Muay Thai, flow like sci-fi in high def
I'm righteous and still bust a nut up on a bitch chest
The verbal folklore been explored
And employed by none other than them fools with the gold
And them bankrolls explode
And your bitch in my target when I shoot my load
Bullseye, my eyes tie-dyed
Fried off the same shit that rockstars died from
Smoke somethin' with your man, bitch
Like Wyclef, used to sell the cannabis
Manuscript, sick shit, prescription addiction
Sniffin' Adderall off the counter in my kitchen
Trippin' off the shit that had Brian Wilson flipping
Experiment so much, it's a miracle I'm livin'

[Chorus]
And I'ma die like a rockstar
Die like a rockstar
I'ma die like a rockstar
Die like a rockstar
I'ma die like a rockstar
Die like a rockstar
I'ma die like a rockstar