Studio & Gas Stations Coming Soon Starlito

[Verse 1]
My nigga on the run
Still clutching his gun
Love him like a son
But can’t do much but pray for him
On paper for a sentence
It kind of hurt to mention it
Little homie ain’t gone touch the streets til he a senior citizen
I know he a hustler
I really seen him getting it
Niggas don’t respect my vision
Cause now my scheme legitimate
Smoking out in a foreign just bending corners
Pussy niggas like I think I rented it
I was heated when you seen me it
One man army ready for warfare no lieutenant
Just show me where a hundred racks
Get you four squares I’m a go and get it
Back and forth to Kentucky with a load of midgets
A ten pack for my show tickets pulling up in my old city

[Verse 2]
Hold up the n*gga on the run who you was talking about
That’s the same n*gga the show promoter was arguing about
Second guessing finessing grab the rod and he rode em out
Car in front of the house anything attempting walking out
Plenty men get extensions go fill it with it be intention
Get the blick and the biscuit you flinch you gone get the business
Certified thirst for the grind work in the ride
Asking nobody for nothing you do it murder your pride
Women I have been with ten to flirt with the eyes
Deception by different methods a smile’s a perfect disguise
Momma taught me can’t be no hoe Captain Kirk on the side
Laughing ducking and trapping at first you thought I was blind