Chip - Superstar lyrics

I wanna be a superstar
You ever wanted something so bad
You’d sacrifice your whole life for it
I wanna be a superstar
Take a walk in my crep c’s up! (here we go)
I wanna be a superstar
Yeah, that’s the money the fame
The paps the mags the
Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress
I wanna be a superstar
To be the best of the best
I’ma work til I’m dead
Wanna be a superstar nothing
More nothing less
Dress to impress without trying look
I got CD’s who’s buying
At 15 I wasn’t paid in full but
I know I had pradas in school (I was flash)
Uniform with the fly jacket
Rack sack to match it swagger I had it
Young and easy in front of
The camera making all the
Pretty girls go mad
See the yearbook said I was
Most likely to be famous
Points proved now I can't
Live my life nameless so I hit the studs
Started cutting tunes
Minimal facilities in Ironiks room
But we made do still came through
Haters still talking shit so fuck you
Lord knows when I started
Writing bars never ever
Thought I’d hit the charts
Yeah, yeah, C’s up! I wanna be a superstar
Yeah, that’s the money the fame
The paps the mags the
Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress
I wanna be a superstar
To be the best of the best
I’ma work til I’m dead
Wanna be a superstar nothing
More nothing less age 17 I was spittin raw
Chip Diddy Chip went and
Kicked off a riddim war
And one label said I just ain't marketable
Now who runs the market fool, me!
I got the hot verse everybody wants buy
Wanna be on everybodys so nigga fuck that
Tryina cut but so see whos daring
Sharing ain't always caring
I got the haters nostrils flaring
Smelling success got em way stressed
Got em way vexed
Thinking I fell off you wanna come test
You can go fuck yourself, no latex
I ent tryina sleep for life
I’m tryina bring my dream to life
Feeling like I ought to fly
Don’t ask me why, c’s up!
I’m wanna be a superstar
Yeah, that’s the money the fame
The paps the mags the
Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress
I’m wanna be a superstar
To be the best of the best
I’ma work til I’m dead
Wanna be a superstar nothing
More nothing less i was too fast learning to
Rhyme now talent got me
Caught up living two lives
Chart topper everybody know my
Name but the hood doesn’t ever change
It’s worse when you paid and
I’m still the same in my own zone
From the youth club to a live band
Live show
Street dreams of a teen from the high roll
The pap lights blind my eyes, bro
I wanna be a superstar
Yeah, that’s the money the fame
The paps the mags the
Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress
I wanna be a superstar
To be the best of the best
I’ma work til I’m dead
Wanna be a superstar nothing
More nothing less i wanna be a superstar
Yeah, that’s the money the fame
The paps the mags the
Cheques the cash but I don’t want the stress
I wanna be a superstar
To be the best of the best
I’ma work til I’m dead
Wanna be a superstar nothing
More nothing less