JID, Yasiin Bey - Stars lyrics
JID [Destin Choice Route] Atlanta, Georgia. U.S. 🇺🇸
[JID, Yasiin Bey - Stars lyrics]
Oh, woah, woah, woah
Look, uh
Baby girl
Have faith in a nigga without a job
And let a nigga stay at your place
Play it for your friends when
I drop a mixtape
Both of us will win if I get a big break
Broke nigga dick? Baby, had a long day
Tryna get rich, buy you Dolce
And Gabbana, baby, just be honest
Don't be tryna play me
I'm an artist, baby
I'm an artist
Baby, I'm an artist
(And I'm sensitive about my shit)
I been tryna make it on my grind
I'm takin' what is mine
I'm racin' with the time
I been tryna make it at my hardest
Makin' it a promise
Chasin' with my heart in it
I just gotta make it to the stars
A spaceship or a rocket
Paintin', I'm an artist
I'm just tryna make it as an artist
(And I'm sensitive about my shit)
I just gotta make it
Heavy way to hold the head and notice
Just a long and cold and scary
But I don't even feel a thing no more
I set my goals and I'm preparеd
(Look-look-look-look-look, uh)
Will you be there? (Look, uh)
Evеrybody wanna come and hang with the stars
Pinky ring, chain, bling-bling and the cars
A hundred miles an hour on the way to Lee-R
You don't even believe in
Jesus wearin' Christian Dior
You crazy on a Twitter, who we need for PR?
You out of control, P-O W-E-R
Went to the head and now
You doin' bodily harm
On the meds and nobody wanna say
Because they scared to lose a gig
But yeah yeah, you wanna be JID, kid
I used to wanna be Jay
I used to wanna be Wayne
I used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3K
And all my homegirls wanted to be Beyoncé
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Woah, shit, I was just lookin' for a deal
Workin' so hard, had to sharpen my skills
Work with my dawgs, still sharpen my steel
Was still in apartments
Stealin' and starvin'
Fast-forward, I'm in a buildin' with stars
And I got in Yachty car
He got stars in the ceilin'
Pause for a minute (Wait)
Gotta know the difference in the
Stars and the gimmicks
Are you really in it for
The arts or the image?
Do you really live it in
Your heart and spirit?
It's part of all you are, and all you isn't
Heavy way to hold the head and notice
(Trust your vision)
Just a long and cold and scary
(Trust your vision)
But I don't even feel a thing no more
I set my goals and I'm prepared
Will you be there?
And now, a word from our ancestors
Man, I, I like these new slaves
Your chain hangin', bling swingin'
Back breakin'
But it's gleamin', problem posture
Double cup leanin'
Slide, slouchin' tiger
Pimpin' dragon on swagger
VVS is very vertebrae snappin'
Lights flashin'
A manicured appearance concealin'
The shattered spirit
Jinn sneerin' out the paradox prism
The palace as the prison, retail religion
Red carpet constriction
The freedom is the fiction
As niggas raised specific is
Race really existin'
Man, get the bag, you're trippin'
Go 'head partner, hit this, sip this
Wishlist, hitlist, top ten, shit list
Bitchless
Chickless, playmate, playboy, flip
Sides, same coin
Big front
But no joy, yuck, oh boy, hot girls
Cold hearts
Tax man like the Taliban and ISIS
No relation to class of Osiris
Kissin' cousins 'til the climbin' gas
Prices kill a climate
Yikes-es, sucker, mean muggin'
Who the nicest?
A promised death known is what they life is
Bey tap in
They tap out like a tabloid typist
They touch too tiny to the titan
YA-S double IN
Conquerin' lion out the liar
Seek the garden
Flee the fire
One, two, three, four
Look, uh
Baby girl
Have faith in a nigga without a job
And let a nigga stay at your place
Play it for your friends when
I drop a mixtape
Both of us will win if I get a big break
Broke nigga dick? Baby, had a long day
Tryna get rich, buy you Dolce
And Gabbana, baby, just be honest
Don't be tryna play me
I'm an artist, baby
I'm an artist
Baby, I'm an artist
(And I'm sensitive about my shit)
I been tryna make it on my grind
I'm takin' what is mine
I'm racin' with the time
I been tryna make it at my hardest
Makin' it a promise
Chasin' with my heart in it
I just gotta make it to the stars
A spaceship or a rocket
Paintin', I'm an artist
I'm just tryna make it as an artist
(And I'm sensitive about my shit)
I just gotta make it
Heavy way to hold the head and notice
Just a long and cold and scary
But I don't even feel a thing no more
I set my goals and I'm preparеd
(Look-look-look-look-look, uh)
Will you be there? (Look, uh)
Evеrybody wanna come and hang with the stars
Pinky ring, chain, bling-bling and the cars
A hundred miles an hour on the way to Lee-R
You don't even believe in
Jesus wearin' Christian Dior
You crazy on a Twitter, who we need for PR?
You out of control, P-O W-E-R
Went to the head and now
You doin' bodily harm
On the meds and nobody wanna say
Because they scared to lose a gig
But yeah yeah, you wanna be JID, kid
I used to wanna be Jay
I used to wanna be Wayne
I used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3K
And all my homegirls wanted to be Beyoncé
Can you pay my telephone bills?
Woah, shit, I was just lookin' for a deal
Workin' so hard, had to sharpen my skills
Work with my dawgs, still sharpen my steel
Was still in apartments
Stealin' and starvin'
Fast-forward, I'm in a buildin' with stars
And I got in Yachty car
He got stars in the ceilin'
Pause for a minute (Wait)
Gotta know the difference in the
Stars and the gimmicks
Are you really in it for
The arts or the image?
Do you really live it in
Your heart and spirit?
It's part of all you are, and all you isn't
Heavy way to hold the head and notice
(Trust your vision)
Just a long and cold and scary
(Trust your vision)
But I don't even feel a thing no more
I set my goals and I'm prepared
Will you be there?
And now, a word from our ancestors
Man, I, I like these new slaves
Your chain hangin', bling swingin'
Back breakin'
But it's gleamin', problem posture
Double cup leanin'
Slide, slouchin' tiger
Pimpin' dragon on swagger
VVS is very vertebrae snappin'
Lights flashin'
A manicured appearance concealin'
The shattered spirit
Jinn sneerin' out the paradox prism
The palace as the prison, retail religion
Red carpet constriction
The freedom is the fiction
As niggas raised specific is
Race really existin'
Man, get the bag, you're trippin'
Go 'head partner, hit this, sip this
Wishlist, hitlist, top ten, shit list
Bitchless
Chickless, playmate, playboy, flip
Sides, same coin
Big front
But no joy, yuck, oh boy, hot girls
Cold hearts
Tax man like the Taliban and ISIS
No relation to class of Osiris
Kissin' cousins 'til the climbin' gas
Prices kill a climate
Yikes-es, sucker, mean muggin'
Who the nicest?
A promised death known is what they life is
Bey tap in
They tap out like a tabloid typist
They touch too tiny to the titan
YA-S double IN
Conquerin' lion out the liar
Seek the garden
Flee the fire
One, two, three, four