Starsigns
AKA, Stogie T
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I've been winning for a long time I think it's written in my starsign Sauce, soul fire Wish you can see it with your own eyes Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash) Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit (Cash) Who got the salt, who got the minerals (Man) We at the top, we at the pinnacle Finally made it to the big time Came a long way from the underground Tryna figure out How to keep my feelings inside While I'm looking out, I don't f*ck around I been getting so much money niggas probably think I'm signed to Mabala now Summer after summer, if you never done it You gon have to shut your fuckin mouth I'm a god now Let the Lamborghini doors down Check the scoreboard now All my niggas wanna know how to score most sound F*ck this material shit Don't give a f*ck what your vehicle is If you can't move crowds How many eras How many times I invented a whole new style I remember niggas used to give up on their dreams to go do house Now I look around everybody got a 22 carat gold tooth smile I don't even want the credit I just wanna be remembered If a young nigga comes and ask saying Mega you old school now, but how you still so relevant In an era where niggas sounds so American No pride in their own heritage Whole vibes so negative Ain't nobody gonna remember them Dose of your own medicine House rent on the outfit, that's credit All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics F*ck em let's get it Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash) Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit (Cash) Who got the salt, who got the minerals (Man) We at the top, we at the pinnacle All of my niggas is litty All of my bitches is pretty Golden child of my city Hundred cows for the wedding Overseas like Benny Kicking ass like Kenny Cheddar cheese that's dairy Fucken sweet like jelly Fan love racked up Met plugs at the embassy Don't shit where you sleep Don't eat with your enemy Mask on, mask off I keep looking through your energy Man up, act tough Why you niggas so sensitive Slide in the DM with vaseline All of my niggas smoke gasoline I'm busy living my fantasy I ain't fucking with you backpack to the city rap activities Jam packed itinerary I ain't looking back like I'm driving meter cab or a black limousine Rack city rack rack city bitch Wack niggas catch guillotines Can't match my ability, is you feeling me Yeah we on top of the pyramid Niggas smoking that cheap shit Still sipping on Benylin All my niggas rock vetements Y'all need to finish your weet-bix Time to reup on your vitamins I got two mandela pieces That's what I call born free shit Used to beat box now Reebok Throw me on some Bruce Lee shit 170 grand t-shirt That Givenchy shit No Dominos pizza I've been winning for a long time I think it's written in my starsign Sauce, soul fire Wish you can see it with your own eyes Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash) Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit (Cash) Who got the sauce, who got the minerals (Man) We at the top, we at the pinnacle Supa Mega had to promise me Don't forget about your honesty You gon alway run like an allergy When a nigga ego match his balance sheet Me and B share a legacy Of bad grammar and a booking fee Both grandmas were bad mannered But they had character you can't tweet Different clothes see the two piece Stogie big enough for two me's You think it's ox skin, think I lost it Written off like I couldn't free it How ironic so much Gucci but no material or music I'm iconic, out in public I say your name you wouldn't do shit Different nigga no comparing Used to living off your parents Goofy lyrics on the air They took the Mickey I don't care My children in Disneyland, Paris It's the sauce, it's the antidote Got me traveling through Charles de Gaulle Steps in Lusaka I'm abroad can't get Mufasa'd by antelopes (no) House rent on the outfit, that's credit All my niggas on the couch here made it out here on merit Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics F*ck em let's get it Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool (Splash) Who got the juice, who got the liquor fruit (Cash) Who got the salt, who got the minerals (Man) We at the top, we at the pinnacle
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Written by: BENN GILBERT KAMOTO, BOITUMELO NDIDA SINQUMO MOLEKANE, KIERNAN JARRYD FORBES
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