[Intro]
[?]
(Ayy, Manny, this joint crazy fool)
(Ayy, Terk, Sparkheem)

[Chorus]
Rockstar like I'm Cobain
Got her feet dancing like Soul Train
Michael Jackson on the beat, y'all n***as be like Jermaine
Got the Cody in the booth I feel like the Carter to Wayne (Wheezy)
Just like Fifa I kick this, sold out show get they bought out the tickets

[Verse 1]
I'm living exquisite, marina my weed, no I'm not smoking no midget
Y'all n***as [?] I shit off my pivot, you know I get it I spend it
I got a bitch that get on her knees she do what I say she do what I please
Hue on my sneakers and Prada my jeans, I'm on a flight to a new country
Smell like the bay that's new money, I'm a playboy I got new bunnies
Fell asleep by the pool woke up to sun, fell asleep off the drink woke up at 1
Come like a baby I pick up your homie, she bending over I poke it and stroke it
Pockets on this but no I'm not Loki, just like I'm pony boy bitch I'm so golden
Icy my diamonds they water polo, shooting a movie like Christopher Nolan
I got the gift I invented the vision, said fuck school I ain't show to detention

[Chorus]
Rockstar like I'm Cobain
Got her feet dancing like Soul Train
Michael Jackson on the beat, y'all n***as be like Jermaine
Got the Cody in the booth I feel like the Carter to Wayne
Just like Fifa I kick this, sold out show get they bought out the tickets
Rockstar like I'm Cobain
Got her feet dancing like Soul Train
Michael Jackson on the beat, y'alk n***as be like Jermaine
Got the Cody in the booth I feel like the Carter to Wayne
Just like Fifa I kick this, sold out show get they bought out the tickets
[Verse 2]
Lamb chops and blue hunnids my diet, I cheat on my bitch and she said I was toxic
I been that boy since Timo was sidekick, Benihana living I'm drinking on Sake
Hannibal murder ain't no Irv Gotti, smoking the gas I feel like a Nazi
Mafia ties disposing the body, I never fold origami
I got the gun like a army, bitch just like a barbie
She gave me head in my car seat, blocking her after bitch never call me
Serving her weed but it's parsley, aim at his head that gun gave him a baldie
No range you just like Charles Barkley, no range you just like Charles Barkley

[Chorus]
Rockstar like I'm Cobain
Got her feet dancing like Soul Train
Michael Jackson on the beat, y'all n***as be like Jermaine
Got the Cody in the booth I feel like the Carter to Wayne (Wheezy)
Just like Fifa I kick this, sold out show get they bought out the tickets