Stunna Gambino - Rockstar From The Trenches (feat. Bizzy Banks) lyrics
[Stunna Gambino - Rockstar From The Trenches feat. Bizzy Banks lyrics]
When you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions
I'm in my zone
Oh, for sure (JabariOnTheBeat)
Lil' baby
I thought you knew I was a rockstar
I sing melodies
Don't confuse me for a pop star
I tote Glocks and break hearts
The top shotta
I pour a eighth of that ooh ah
I'm dripping Wockhardt
And when you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions
I'm in my zone can't trust a soul
I keep my feelings on the low
My heart match wit' my wrist
That boy so cold oh, for sure
When you pop up in my head, I feel so lonely
And we ain't gon' talk about
The favors niggas owe me
I feel like 2KBaby, I miss the old streets
Mama miss the old me, man
I miss my dead niggas
My brother down for a body
He in the feds with it
We catch you lacking, no mercy
We let that lead hit him
I gotta slow down on these Percs
It got my head spinning
We came a long way from the dirt
Now we some breadwinners
Shitted on them niggas and bitches
Who ain't believe me
I was deep inside of them trenches
And they ain't feed me
Tried to break my heart, oops, baby
It ain't that easy
Fuck her in a figure-four
Pass her to Dubaleezy heavy on the sleazy
Tell me what that be 'bout
Hardheaded young nigga
Went and took the street route
Got it out the mud, real nigga
I don't need clout
I seen a nigga lose his life
I watched him bleed out
I'm heartless, I don't need love
I get a different type of high
But I don't need drugs
She got a different kind of vibe
I think I need her
But I can't let her play me
First, so I gotta leave her
So I gotta leave her
That's how my mind work
'Cause I done spend too many times hurt, uh
(Too many times hurt)
That's how my mind work
'Cause I done spent too many
Lil' baby
I thought you knew I was a rockstar
I sing melodies
Don't confuse me for a pop star
I tote Glocks and break hearts
The top shotta
I pour a eighth of that ooh ah
I'm dripping Wockhardt
And when you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions
I'm in my zone can't trust a soul
I keep my feelings on the low
My heart match wit' my wrist
That boy so cold (Get money)
Oh, for sure (Like, look, uh)
I take a yerky when I'm deep in my thoughts
(Deep in my thoughts)
Reminiscing 'bout the days on
The porch, like, look
Lil' body, I don't show no remorse
You can't bluff, I'ma tell you
To toss it, like, look
(What?) i remember chasing bitches
Now they chasing me (Now they chasing me)
I left school and caught a F
Was getting A's and B's (A's and B's)
Since young, niggas knew not to play with me
DWade, Lebron James
(Look) , niggas know I bring the heat
And niggas know I bring the chop wherever
(You know I bring the chop wherever)
I tell them niggas, "We don't talk
We just apply the pressure"
We run up on 'em, guns up on 'em
We'll pop whoever (Pop whoever)
And if it's all about the money
She'll line whoever (She'll what?)
Yeah, she'll line whoever
Nigga, we ain't politicking with
No broke boys (With no broke boys)
When it's raining
Back the 'brella out the Rolls-Royce
That nigga pussy in my city, he make no noise
You disrespect me, then you dead
You left no choice
I guess they saying I'm the voice now
(I'm the voice now) been in my feelings
So it's hard to put the Percs down
(Put the Percs down)
Been sending bullets like I'm tryna
Get a first down
She said she loved me, then she
Left, I guess it hurt now
I guess it hurt now
I put my pain in my verse now she said
"What happened to that drill sound?"
So I'm guessing you don't drill now
Lil' baby
I thought you knew I was a rockstar
I sing melodies
Don't confuse me for a pop star
I tote Glocks and break hearts
The top shotta
I pour a eighth of that ooh ah
I'm dripping Wockhardt
And when you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions
I'm in my zone can't trust a soul
I keep my feelings on the low
My heart match wit' my wrist
That boy so cold oh, for sure
Rockstar i sing melodies
Don't confuse me for a pop star
I tote Glocks and break hearts
The top shotta
I pour a eighth of that ooh ah
I'm dripping Wockhardt
And when you pop up in my head, I feel alone
I got a thing for prescriptions
I'm in my zone can't trust a soul
I keep my feelings on the low
My heart match wit' my wrist
That boy so cold oh, for sure