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Don't wait for it, just make it happen
Life is short, put your plan in action
One day ya here the next one they gaspin'
As ya family's sheddin' out tears of passion
As they doubt what happened
There's questions in life that you gotta be askin
Like what happened to the land of the free
Nowadays its the land of used to be's
Fallin apart at the seams
Controlled by mainstream
Like were puppets on strings
As ya fail to think but i forgot
Thats none of ya business like a kermit meme
No Parody to life so i keep it original
Vivid lines in my mind paint poetic visuals
Not jokin when i say you're takin life to literal
BOY.....
Ya bars are pitiful, Punchlines are typical
Every single one of my punches hit critical
no icu more like you see me makin major moves
music is my life boy i thought you knew
i use it like a hype boy it gets me thru
gimme a mic and a blunt i'll write a hit that moves
and this jus the intro wait til my album is thru
F* It
Skip to track two and jus pass a few
and if you can't keep up then that's on you
and what your mindstate of this hip hop proves
is that you only like the beat and the choruses too
I'm sorry that was rude allow me to introduce
It's B. starr, Pool Shark But i just straight shoot
I take aim on a beat I'm a killin machine
Instillin fear in this rap regime as an independent king
on the rise to the mainstream i'm sorry for the waitin
but i've taken this album beyond extreme
at night i got ya b*tch inbetween the sheets lettin the Isley's Sing
in the background i'll lay the smack down NO WWE!
Go head and talk bout how you clap rounds & stash pounds
where's ya money at still remains to be seen
I'mma defiant giant watch me throw out another perfect game
And to think the first one was jus a mixtape as you strive for fame
I'm alive again I've survived the pain I've gotta higher brain
I'm stayin high off jane that's how i keep it sane but if I speak in vain
Then I'm takin aim to dismember ya name
like when they found out Milli V can't sing
I don't have dreams I make plans of actions
You don't have fiends and you ain't trappin
followings inactive prolly faked an accent
as you rock fake jewels to match it
I bet you only got a couple twenties stashed underneath ya mattress
Overall you jus a real fake actress or a b*tch in distress
Like one with fake @ss personaity & breasts
More or less these 7 letters are best
S/U/C/C/E/S/S/ it's either earned or taken
I'll let you have your guess
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I'm In my zone all alone smokin blunts to the dome (chea)
It's ya boy B. Starr!
Officialbstarr.com back in the building
It's jus me and this music thing / jus me and this music dream
That's why i blaze/ back to back when writin' to beats
Puff Puff no pass/ Reminiscing bout my past as a teen
I was caught in the trap/ My moves add up
Cuz I'm all bout my math/ Lost some good ones why do the bad outlast?
To make up for the times someone didn't subtract
You only get one / follow life's contract
But don't follow me / I'm on the unbeaten path
A broken city's like an arm all it needs is a cast
And life's like a play / Full of different acts
i'm gonna throw hip hop on my back as i put the 219 on the map
my gift's been unwrapped on this track to lash back
at these cats actin pussy in fact these felines
wish they had my mind to pen they lines
and save they rap career from demise
but i'm too abstract no van gogh But B. Starr's gotta Starry Night Flow
In other words it's picture perfect / So jus sit back and burn it
(Chorus)
I'm in my zone all alone smokin blunt's to the dome as i Reminisce x4
(As I Reminisce)
I'm in plot mode always blazin the pot smoke in and out of my nostrils / I no longer pop pills they made me more of an asshole
Watch me flood these streets with music like Katrina & Castro
Think about it
We've reached max capacity
Like Nikki's rebutted punchlines from Cassidy
F*ck a lookin @ss b*tch / I need a cookin @ss b*tch
with good lips and can ride a good d*ck
Excuse the french but fuck ya two cents
Here's a quarter of mine I'm hyped up like snortin' quarter lines
that's 7 grams 3 more you got a whole zip
ya hustle's so broke you couldn't make a quarter flip
even if you tried bouncin that quarter b*tch
that's how ya lost ya fan base made ya fans wait fa nothin
even my frees be givin em somethin
couldn't take one hit of what I'm puffin
Quit bluffin
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(Intro)
Chea' It's ya boy B. Starr / Officialbstarr.com / I'm allergic to the fake don't cha know
Verse 1
I'm allergic to fakeness you allergic to greatness
I'm exploitin' ya weakness / this a triple crown at the Preakness
This a bull rush don't get trampled Lost my grip I got no handle
for example / its like crashin' a new Lambo / I'mma vandal
for no reason jus to do it / I'm influenced by this music
that I grew with but this new sh*t is polluted
So I guess I'm gon intrude it / cuz I'm targeting the airwaves
best believe i'm stealin airplay like I'm Napster or that Pirate Bay
If you got some money but don't know sh*t bout investments
I suggest that you stay the F*ck away
This music games a business and you know I'm bout that
I mean every damn word I say
My name is trademarked here's a cease and desist
and these tracks are copywritten boy I'm legal bout my hits
take ya broke @ss home act like you don't exist
damn I know it's harsh but reality's a b*tch
(Chorus)
you allergic to women stay the f*ck away from b*tches
you allergic to cops stay the f*ck away from snitches
you allergic to money stay the f*ck away from riches
you allergic to heat stay the f*ck up out the kitchen (x2)
Blazin like a forest fire rockin J's matching attire
buildin up my empire connected up with the supplier
the dj's and the A&R's
no assult rifle / you got battered bars
in other words they subpar used and abused full of scars
everything about ya either fake or made up
from ya jewels to ya whips stay in ya lane bruh
don't be mad at me ya better check her
I should of made a flick with ya chick named
"Confessions of a Slut"
I'm brutal mixed with gruesome often fuedal with my tactics
frugal with my money why you think the rich have it
I can tell from ya antics were cut from two different fabrics
these half wits lackin semantics
where's ya substance how you think I got a buzz bitch
hope ya day jobs panning out cuz I ain't budgin
gotta full understanding of repercussions
that's why I plan on stayin far the fuck away from em
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(Intro) Chea The End Over Time I'm Goin In Late Night Studio Session
Verse 1
It's like Michael in the finals never seen a game 7
Not liable if ya vitals stop n you don't make it to heaven
It's like 6th gear on 94 in a Porsche 911
It's your 5th year on the same song and it still ain't mixed level
I put time in my timing is gettin perfected
yo belt slip and yo gears off yo craft is neglected
I'm climbin towards the damn top my methods effective
This life is what you make it all based on perspective
Change yo outlook and yo lifestyle if you want a new outcome
Practice makes perfect and leads to not bein outdone
I perform in the clutch and I'm strivin for platinum
I set my goals so high most couldn't even fathom
Jumpin on stage gives me a rush like mixin hella drugs
I go hard for the ladies, college students, and the thugs
You stuck in the same rut steady tryna get a buzz
That's why I'm still in the game, cuz I perform in the clutch
I perform in the clutch like I was drivin a stick
I perform in the clutch like i gettin live in ya chick
I perform in the clutch like I'm callin the shots
This music is my life whether you like it or not (X2)
Verse 2
It's like Mariano Rivera how i close my bars
Impromptu flow like a freestyle seminar
You too old fashioned still livin in barns
I make it happen you jus wish upon stars
I'm on track drivin fast like I'm Jeff Gordon
My math adds up to a path of blessed fortunes
and for a feature right now nuthin less than 4 hun
for these lines when i sign boy you won't have the funds
Independent now and thats how I like it
I know that you likin this music is my life shit
I'mma rare breed gettin struck twice by lightning
You too Common and I'm not talkin bout the album BE
So excuse me as I light my dutch ya hustles so broke
couldn't help you with a crutch
And you know if I smoke it's gon be puff puff
I don't choke I'm on point and I perform in the clutch
(Chorus X2)
Ya'll wanna perform in the clutch go to officialbstarr.com
Listen browse share, make it do what it do
One Love
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Life’s Not What it Seems
By: Brandon Starr
Pieces of scattered beams, turned molten from the heat
Plus 3000 shattered dreams, fathers deceased, a motherless child screams…
Conspiracies fuck with beliefs.
Governmental deceit.
No one gives a fuck what you think…
At least that’s what it seems to be
Towers appear to implode. No trace of a plane that explodes
Genocidal codes mixed with Bilderberg unknowns
Pain gets evoked. Secluded crying alone,
As our morals erode,
Code of a man, so I can’t let it show…
Or at least that’s how the story goes
Osama Bin Laden, they say that they shot him
Pictures for proof… Shit… I doubt that they got them
The news is so rotten, crooked politics, and forgottens.
Jobless lack options and deficit problems
While CEOs leave the working class starving…
Honorable mention… this shit happens all too often
Crooked cops, on the block, with plots of a daily grind
It’s got to stop,
You get locked longer for whipping pots, than for killing a guy
No food for pots, starving a lot, got them thinking suicide
You decide, survive or just barely get by…?
These are fucked up situations in life
Fears of famine re-examine the planning
Constitution dismantling, People stuck on reality
TV… that’s the problem with society
Afraid of poverty, morals shattered like pottery
Can’t we handle the actuality of all these fallacies…?
Open your eyes, closed ones never capture scenes.
Unafraid to be brave, the dismay of living in caves
Tired of vague images portrayed,
It’s like were all stuck in the trading of slaves
Engage with enraged citizens giving up or giving in
Cleanse these sins and forgive these men…
I’m livid. It’s too vivid. It’s time to put it in God’s hands.
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(Intro) Yea, It's ya boy B. Starr gettin Deep K. Williams Productions Officialbstarr.com Check this out 219 doin this for ya'll check it
Verse
I used to be the type who put a chick over everything
now I'm the type who puts my mind into every dream
used to roll with a group now it's more like a severed team
filled with these silent screams awaken me like the news we see
their messages hide so blatantly where's the positives
all we see is negativity murders and deaths politics & supremacy
millionaires with awkward stares cuz they see a homeless person
with a cup and a wheelchair
walk by with a glare no care for public affairs
a child sits alone on them stairs inside he's cryin out for help
but no one hears except his peers who feed him weed and some beers
now he sees a way to cease his fears
(and whats that whats that)
now as he starts gettin faded he was slippin on his grades
and the teachers were so jaded only work to get paid
and he was more focused on his paper and gettin laid
until he became property of the state right in front of a
crooked judge and p.a. while he pleads his case awaitin his fate
arresting officer has a smirk on his face
he made no mistake they set him up like a stage
shit like this happens everyday
on the scales of life who's wrong and right
if you fail a couple times get back up and fight
cuz winners keep workin through the struggles of LIFE!
As I sit here alone with this microphone I just think what this world's become
As our deficit grows relationships turn cold Iran's waitin to blow
Pakistani flood waters flow 6 milliion without homes
2 rigs in the gulf coast explode full of a black gold
Is oil the motive of this desert storm?
9/11 left our whole nation torn
was it government born? or a bin laden search?
is there a new world war? or the end of the Earth?
Religion's losin' it's form on a spiral and downturn
viruses churn impoverished learn
scenes of genocide what's a humans worth
have we lost our ethics & what about or morals
wheres the hidden messages or is it jus too horrid?
I know you don't expect it but I'm deadly & morbid
I said uhhhh (I know you don't expect it but I'm deadly & morbid)
As I sit here alone with this microphone I just think what this world's become (X4)
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(Intro)
(ahhhhh) Lot on my mind,
(hummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm ummmmmm uh) It's ya boy B. Starr featuring AmerJe Jus kick back Light a L
(Chorus)
Kick back / Relax / and let em
Keep hatin cuz that's all they can do
Kick back / Relax / and let em
See you struggle cuz they jus like you
Kick back / Relax / and let em
Envy each and everyone of ya moves
Kick back / Relax / and let em
Try and walk a single step in ya shoes
What happend to the days where help out a neighbor
we desire to possess things material in nature
Like makin sure ya paint blinds like that of a laser
I bet ya see ya family less than you see ya baker
If ya always ask fa favors how bout tryin hard labor
And what's with all these pre-teens thats goin thru labor
I spent my teens gettin stoned munchin party favors
now-a-days teens need higher educators
Self-Esteem, goals, and dreams did I forget to mention haters
(Naw) Guess i'll be like them and talk about em later
behind ya back fakers I'mma say it to ya facer
I prefer the chron you like reggie for tha pacers
Hoosier born and bred I'm an Indiana stater
Boilermaker grad 4 diploma papers
what you got on that I'mma jus Kick Back ha ha
(Chorus)
Betcha couldn't betcha couldn't fall five steps back
Pick yaself up and get back on track now bounce back
let em hate cuz that's all they good at
(Chorus)
Keep hatin cuz that's all they can do
See you struggle cuz they jus like you
Envy each and everyone of ya moves
Try and walk a single step in ya shoes
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(Chorus)
Shawty bad she know she got it
Ain't gotta flaunt she know she hotta
Shawty bad she know she got it
Jus like the bass go head and drop it drop it drop it (X2)
Verse 1
Shawty bad she the one I like shawty bad she jus my type
Whole lotta good bad mixed jus right curvaceous body I swerved on sight
I lost my mind like Jeezy fresh so I guess I'm steezy
Let's get it poppin like Breezy Expectations are exceeding
Unfurl love when she curled up Legs to the head she gettin served up
her legs shake like she nerveous I hit them spots on purpose
It's Venus and Mars versus f*ck Google I stopped searchin
shawty's damn near perfect I swear shawty is worth it
I need lip service like I flip verses and I kill the beat like I murda p*ssy
I'm a veteran they still virgins I'm all-pro they still rookies
I need a double dose like milk and cookies
live life on the edge go head n push me
I'll treat ya right or treat ya wrong that's sh*ts all dependent on
If you can move it side to side like that @ss was a pendulum
I'll be ya Christian Grey if you wanna play
body paint you in 50 shades
after room service they gon need the maid
It's like you in the red room of pain
change ya scenes its a new routine
It's the beast and the beauty yeah I found my queen
(Chorus)
Verse 2
Drop it girl, don't stop it girl go head and pop it girl
lemme take off like a rocket girl
I grind hard and i ball out it's ludacris how them hips roll out
on that stupid piff, only smoke blown out
I call it loud what the f*ck you know bout
I'm from the mid but I prefer the south
for the heat and the beach can't forget the freaks
D to tha A can't forget South Beach
I like it sweet like a Georgia peach forgot to mention B. Starr's a freak
slowly beat it up and then speed it up
til you screamin loud with ya fingers clutched
do it rough like porn stars f*ck
Is it too much we could make love til the sun's upppppppppp
F*ck cliche I let the beat bang then I spit flames that send a heat wave
through ya body baby turn ya on
like a faucet baby I've lost it baby I'm goin crazy
Could it be the dro or that @ss you shakin?
could it be the drank or the curves you shaped with
Envision ya naked in a hot tub vacant
Its our movie no script we make it dont be complacent
I'll take you on trips all over the nation
Even worldwide when I finally make it
Jus like Big Sean when I'm finally famous famous
Now drop it low jus like the bass hits
(Chorus)
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(Chorus)
Swervin in the fast lane smokin on that octane
Speak so hard shed some tears beat so hard pop ya ears
Swervin in the fast lane smokin on that octane
Sweet so strong collapse a lung freak her wrong I'll leave her sprung
(X2)
(Ken E. Ken Verse)
Flow fantastic sharp as hatchets Ken E. Ken & B gettin' high as taxes
If I wasn't spittin' flows I'd be runnin' a racket
Somewhere runnin' hoes in n out like a taxi
Or sellin' pills n dro right in front of the campus
I lost my mind I don't know where the map is
Lost yo grind you don't know where the trap is
Turn it up loud like the weed we passin
Country club I don't shop at malls / Ya'll cats late like last call
Read ya girls mind like a crystal ball / she want a lot and i got it all
My spring sh*t come out in fall / you wait in like n I make the call
You can test me if you got the gall / And get served like Ralph Nadal
My outfit from Italy My weed from a dispensary
Yo girl got one glimpse of me and she wants to leave with me instantly
I beat the p*ssy terriffically and then have her home bout a quarter to 3
Put the diesel in the swish call it sweet n' sour
Mix it wit the hash watch it burn a hour
Take one hit it'll make ya sit back
like damn Mr. get it get where you get that
Ynnek in the house where the house check at
As if it ever left but the bounce is back
Swervin so bad might cause a panic In that Lincoln or tha Caddy
Stay smokin' on a fatty of that purp gran daddy
(Chorus)
Swervin in the fast lane smokin on that octane
Speak so hard shed some tears beat so hard pop ya ears
Swervin in the fast lane smokin on that octane
Sweet so strong collapse a lung freak her wrong I'll leave her sprung
(X2)
(B. Starr Verse)
Swervin' call it swangin' beatin' call it bangin'
My weed in the blunt is dangerous these criminal bars are heinous
I'm an anus but she ask for it not famous but I'm runnin' fast for it
B. Starr stays strapped with nice words
I'm a power forward breakin back boards
Be careful what ya'll ask for I'm a hunt my prey n attack boy
Ya'll really don't want it wit us (who) B. Starr Ken E. Ken & P. Dub
Smart with the pen eat the beat up
Ya'll ride the bench we bout to heat up
No Miami ridin' chrome n' candy
did ya girl on the beach now her toes sandy
Whole city knows that you ain't manly
Whole city knows I wanna Grammy
I flip verbs to switch words I don't hit curbs when I hit herbs
Split Swishers no papers said Hola to my haters
Call my plug Baskin Robbins cuz he got like 32 flavors
These vapors that I savor will have yo mind gone eraser
Don't lose me jus keep up I see through yo weakness
I'm killin' these heathens Smothered no breathin'
My voice is the feature as these words sink in like ether (whattttt)
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It's ya boy B. Starr
You know there's this time in life where you gotta step up
Even if it means all good things come to an end
But when you meet that end
It's up to you to determine how that new path begins
These paths can make you or break you Strength in God overcomes sin
As I sit with this pen it's like a new prayer begins
I'm surrounded by sin it's like i'm drownin' in it
I've counseled within that's why I bounce with this pen
Flippin' ounces for ends watch my foes n my friends
I'm frozen within heart cold full of sin
Nobody's perfect sick of cliche expressions
in the past I've sequestered beliefs
No longer I'll speak (preach)
I've had friends lose their lives to dope / Teachers they lost they hope
Preachers jus lost they pope / As I reach for my light and smoke
I'm prayin for a ray of hope / Fear death I won't
It's more like a fear of the unknown Or is it simply a fear of being alone
Won't know til my caskets closed / Hopefully my spirits honed
Poems cloned and bitten from
Engrave on my tombstone / "Love for music's what influenced him"
(Chorus)
If I shall ever parish / Don't bury me with carats
Give my stash to my smash and my cash to my parents
Pay homage to my spirit and jus remember my lyrics (X2)
They say you only get one chance at this thing called life soooooo
If you never try to reach your full potential
You won't ever know how great you could be (One Love)
If the mind becomes desolate so will your soul
If a man becomes desperate he loses all hope
I'm a benevolent malevolent perfectionist
With bars so definite you need prerequisites
I'm deeper than the federal deficit / in ya chick
She was affectionate / I call her my embezzlement
I'm in my element / It's time to get to my testament (Preach)
Our nation's goin' hella broke
Our people losin' hella hope
False flags under hella smoke
Drills before a hella shows
Politicians hella fraud
Bitch rappers hella broad
No ice I awed / Hella ice you thawed
Got nothin' for the cops Honest to God
I was always taught you gotta follow one's own heart
School of hard knocks made me hard as an ox
So jus remember B. Starr as a verbal barrage (whatttttttttttttttt)
(Chorus X2)
2nd Corinthians 5 verse 10 states (Preach)
For we must all appear before the judgement seat of Christ
So that each of us may receive what is due to us
For the things while in the body whether good or bad
(Chorus X2)
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My generation (or what ive heard about us)
My generation's become a youth lacking patience
Is it our fault? are we jus a youth thats wasted
I Question? When was laziness phased in?
My answer: When the remote controlled it
Coddling us fight or flight being erased n
Pressured and misguided by previous generations
Mos lack originality (control x) cut n pasted
Lets take that mold and explode it
So Apparently weapons have deleted fists
Youtube views are the new news clips
And the radio calls everything a hit
Here is where we turn the tables no dj
You see Nike got it right you gotta jus do it
If our youth woke up and truly started a movement
Our government would fear intellectual Revolution
Systems outta date /gettin passe /Parlez vous francais
Heres a fact gen x n y /outnumber the baby boomers
Lets redesign the blueprint for the children of our future
Life in one word/ choices /what you choosin
My generation shouldn't get generalized into general statements I love my generation
As a final note I encourage my generation to stand up and bring back our once great nation it starts with us please support my craft at officialbstarr.com one love b. Starr
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Verse 1
I need a real freak a leak who can roll my trees
My outfits complete can't u tell by tha steez
B*tch I got style and it comes so easy
How u think I got tha nickname B. Steezy
How ya think ya dame left with me that easy
One glance I beat it up like Rihianna and Breezy
She wettin' up the sauna she keepin' it steamy
I'm jus f*ckin' wit her mind makin it all dreamy
I'm who she wants to be wit but it ain't that easy
Cuz tha music comes first bitch you betta believe me
My woofers serve the sound barrier with a beating
I stay blazing on that kiwi / So tropical looks like it came from Fiji
Keep dreaming boy ya products way too seedy
Ya main met ya side now you single n they beefin
I'll never cheat on hip hop cuz that b*tch needs me
(Chorus)
Imma sneaker head / fresh kicks on my feet
Imma reefer head / fresh sweet fulla weed
I'm a speaker head / fresh spit on the beats
needa freak n bed / fresh between the sheets (X2)
Verse 2
Timbos or the js jus depends on the day
Rockin' timbs if it rains if im stuntin slip in to the jordans
If I'm whippin' most likely its a four ring foreign (audi)
Prefer Ciroc but tip the cap to imported
More substance in my verses than a house full of hoarders
I go so outta line mutha f*ck a border
They want us stayin' calm so I'm going outta order
Like a pop machine in the desert a hundred miles from the border
My barber lines pass like Cp3 on the Clippers
Bounce it like a strippa dont step up if you ain't tippin
More than likely you aint flippin
From ya appearance its apparent that no stylist could fix it
Blazin spliffs n pourin up twisted like tornados spinnin
Got molten bars like a volcano spittin
Why you mad bro
Cuz you fry potatoes for a livin while im laid back in Barbados chillin Mutha f*ck yo feelings my appearance is killin haze got the lungs fillin Bang her out to the beat now thats what I call a power drilling
In it for the contracts thats called power dealing
(Chorus X2)
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It's Ya boy B. Starr
Laidlaw Productions
From the 219
That's all ya gettin
Quit watchin mu f*cka
(Chorus)
They watchin' us cuz we makin' moves
They watchin' us cuz we smokin too
They watchin' us they watchin' us
They watchin' us like a camera crew
Verse 1
If ya watchin' me ya betta stay up on ya feet
On ya toes and make sure you keep a pair of binoculars
The way I switch styles makes u think I'm bipolar
I gotta lot a wisdom I guess I'm a molar
If ya watchin' us I hope you keepin' up
Flyin' high similar to a f*ckin dove
No peace and love jus a finger f*ck so keep that pedal pushed
I give a fuck if they watchin' us
I'm popular because of my mechanics
Hiphopular is the new standard
Now watch me as fill my planner
Intertwining proper grammar with accurate measures
I'm hella clever my rhymes shine like a nine karat bezel
Watch me as I hit the sess it gets me on my level
Watch me drink another fifth n turn into the devil
Please don't be the next bitch thinkin that she special
Cuz I'm a watch my back like the mirror on ya dresser
(Chorus X2)
Verse two
Do. you still c me or do you dream of genie
I don't make wishes I jus go n get it
I'm hella vicious king cobra spittin
We see ya b*tchness your the spittin' image
Are u still watchin me (Are ya?)
The trending topic b no twitter beef I bring it out 2 the streets
On that note quit watchin Streets (Free T. Streets)
F*ck the police / watch me utilize freedom of speech ( watch me)
Do it like no other keep my vision free of obstacles
Like ointment you're jus topical like the keys I smoke tropical
I hope u watchin fool odds are that u lost me thru
The twists and turns I lived and learned
Loved and lost above all costs
Kept my head level always bounced back from a loss
I hope they watchin me jus like a boss
They tried watchin like a fuckin hawk
But I lost em when they slowed to walk
I know I lost em with the words I talk
(Chorus X2)
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(Chorus X2)
I'm feelin stressed out I got no conscious left
But I'm the best out better watch ya damn mouth
They got they hands out but I got nuthin' left
Only smoke the best floatin' by the upper deck
Big Tragik Verse
I'm posted smokin' tryin' to think bout why the fuck they hatin'
Try to touch us you'll get burned I'm hot as fryin' bacon
I ain't playin either ain't no choice I gotta make it
Ain't no way I'm goin back to baggin' crack up in the basement
No conversation no delay I'm paper chasin'
No time for meditation dreamin' bout some chains and bracelets
Takin' medication drinkin' liquor led to confrontations
You don't wanna be on the receiving end I got no patience
I'm tearin' up the game the words I'm spittin' truth and facts
I got too much up in my brain like an insomniac
Get no rest I live exhausted if I'm gettin' checks
So much stress up on my shoulders prolly need another neck
I'm on the home stretch but it just ain't feelin' right
It's kinda far fetched thinkin you could make it twice
I paid the price I'm shakin' dice playin' this game of life
Livin' in the dark but prayin' for a couple rays of light (Tragik)
(Chorus X2)
B. Starr Verse
Let's talk about stress livin' check to check
Feelin' like my conscious left let me express
How my father never showed as a teen I lost control
My anger meter would explode as my stories unfold
Like a napkin tired of people askin
Whats the next page in my chapters
My reaction
World's in disarray
Recession no gettin paid
Expressions of our final days
Let me explain
Politicians are lying
Banks left people dying
It's about time (Huhhhh)
We start a riot I'm on fire
My name is heatin up
I'm raw and uncut competition gets beatin' up Listen Up!
I work hard to play harder read up to stay smarter
No beggin' for pardon Don't get me started
F*ck minimum wage It's like swimmin in legs
Cuz a sinner is plagued by the sins that he makes (One)
(Chorus X2)
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Shawty dancin'
Shawty shakin'
Shawty movin'
I'm bout to lose it x3
We smokin' and we drinkin'
It's goin' down tonight
Shawty dancin' so good I cant take my eyes off her
Show stopper lookin' fine and so proper
@ss shakin' like a pair of maracas
I'll be ya head docta do ya body proper
Body movin like a snake elegantly in shape
I gotta taste for the finer things now see
If it were you and me
We could smoke and we could drink ill encourage ya dreams
We could chill n kill time together
Caress ya softly like a feather
Or do it rough n beat it like Mayweather
Either way its on you
I'm loving what you do and how you move
I wont intrude on ya personal space
But know this music comes first
And I dont want you feel in hurt
But I'd rather be up front baby
You're the one I want so keep it movin' n shakin'
(Chorus X2)
I like ya hips love ya lips n ya slim lil waist
I can tell u in shape and I've been liftin the weights
I'm hypnotized in a trance from u shakin that ass
I realized from ya eyes that you wantin' a chance
Look once its a glance look twice im askin for a dance
You think im playin girl go head n call my bluff
I'm like that purple haze get off that regular
Above average but im not the one ta brag
You could be my other half
When I zig you zag
And when u down Ill try n make you laugh
I wanna do things youve never done
Take you places that you've never been
I wanna smoke n drink with ya baby get it in
Plus I couldn't help but notice how ya ass is shakin
Ya grindin on me and its feelin so right
Baby girl its goin down tonight
(Chorus X2)
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Dream Big
04:11
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B. Starr Indiana
B. Starr
Lyricist / Hip-Hop Artist / Producer
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Thank You to the fans for the continued support I do this music for ya'll!!!
B. Starr
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