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Feeling like a boss, and
Staring at the stars, it
Doesn’t matter the cost, cause
Everybody wants to be famous
I’m calling the shots, so
See you over at Mars, it
Doesn’t matter the cost, seems like
Everybody wants to be-

I think it could be me
The world’s too small for me
My face up in your face
My face on every screen

Feeling like a boss, and
Staring at the stars, it
Doesn’t matter the cost, cause
Everybody wants to be famous
I’m calling the shots, so
See you over at Mars, it
Doesn’t matter the cost, seems like
Everybody wants to be-

I think that you and I
Could set the world alight
Cause we’re all stars tonight
Just need to figure out why

Feeling like a boss, and
Staring at the stars, it
Doesn’t matter the cost, cause
Everybody wants to be famous
I’m calling the shots, so
See you over at Mars, it
Doesn’t matter the cost, seems like
Everybody wants to be famous

Everybody wants, nobody’s ashamed
Everybody wants you to know their name
Everybody wants, nobody’s ashamed
Everybody wants to be famous

Everybody wants, nobody’s ashamed
Everybody wants you to know their name
Everybody wants, nobody’s ashamed
Everybody wants to be famous

Everybody wants, nobody’s ashamed
Everybody wants you to know their name
Everybody wants, nobody’s ashamed
Everybody wants to be famous

Feeling like a boss, and
Staring at the stars, it
Doesn’t matter the cost, cause
Everybody wants to be famous
I’m calling the shots, so
See you over at Mars, it
Doesn’t matter the cost, seems like
Everybody wants to be famous

[Intro: T-Rell]
T-Rell
You don’t know what I done been through
Yeah
You don’t know what I done been through, look

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 1: T-Rell]
Fuck these niggas, they don’t want to see me here
They’d rather see me dead, not providing for my family
These niggas make diss songs all because I’m rich now
Do it for attention, pussy nigga sit down
These young thugs they be on my dick, remind me of my bitch
On Facebook talking shit ’cause every day we lit
So people let me keep it real, I did my dirt
Hurt my heart to see my mama smoke work
My baby mama be tripping, ’cause she see how we living
She fucked up her position, let’s just keep it ’bout children
My lil boy got cancer, I just hugged and I kissed him
I’m hustling and greeting, son every day gonna miss you
I got issues, with these bitches, I can’t leave these hoes alone
I got issues, wifey tripping, reading, going through my phone

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo]
Yeah more money more problems, more cash more hoes
Less time at the house, more fans more shows
I’m out the mud if you know me, I’m familiar with the struggle
Down bad had to scuffle, I made robbing a hustle
I got my DJ so lit, I got my niggas ‘dem rich
Bank account like phone numbers but ain’t got none for no bitch
Pour out my problems with drank, order up me a kid
Different cities and states but don’t go nowhere without sticks
Man I’m coming from shit, I went and iced out my fist quick
I like blowing a bag, walk in the store, give me this
Hit the yellow and itch, diamonds mwah, blow a kiss
I’m like fuck your opinion, like a big bitch I’m lit

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Intro: T-Rell]
T-Rell
You don’t know what I done been through
Yeah
You don’t know what I done been through, look

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 1: T-Rell]
Fuck these niggas, they don’t want to see me here
They’d rather see me dead, not providing for my family
These niggas make diss songs all because I’m rich now
Do it for attention, pussy nigga sit down
These young thugs they be on my dick, remind me of my bitch
On Facebook talking shit ’cause every day we lit
So people let me keep it real, I did my dirt
Hurt my heart to see my mama smoke work
My baby mama be tripping, ’cause she see how we living
She fucked up her position, let’s just keep it ’bout children
My lil boy got cancer, I just hugged and I kissed him
I’m hustling and greeting, son every day gonna miss you
I got issues, with these bitches, I can’t leave these hoes alone
I got issues, wifey tripping, reading, going through my phone

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues

[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo]
Yeah more money more problems, more cash more hoes
Less time at the house, more fans more shows
I’m out the mud if you know me, I’m familiar with the struggle
Down bad had to scuffle, I made robbing a hustle
I got my DJ so lit, I got my niggas ‘dem rich
Bank account like phone numbers but ain’t got none for no bitch
Pour out my problems with drank, order up me a kid
Different cities and states but don’t go nowhere without sticks
Man I’m coming from shit, I went and iced out my fist quick
I like blowing a bag, walk in the store, give me this
Hit the yellow and itch, diamonds mwah, blow a kiss
I’m like fuck your opinion, like a big bitch I’m lit

[Chorus: T-Rell]
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Fuck your opinion, you don’t know what I done been through
Don’t know my struggle, put in work because my rent due
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
More money more problems, yeah I got issues
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Intro]
Damn, that’s Surreal right there?
That’s your lover, yeah

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely
When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
When I get lonely, lonely
Yeah
I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely
(I got all kinds of drugs)
When I get lonely, lonely
When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
Yeah, aye

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
When I’m low, acid boot me up (Yeah)
I’m sellin’ shrooms when I’m in the cut
I got a choppa wit’ me in the clutch (Yeah)
I’m ’bout to make these niggas give it up (Yeah)
Yellow bone, and she stuck up (Ha)
I’m like fuck that, drink this nut up
These drugs, they gon’ be there for me when you won’t
These drugs, they gon’ get me higher when you don’t
Yeah, balancing my lows
Hit a xanny, I’m too high, perkys for the road
Pop a bean, I’m on beast mode
Pink molly for a freak hoe

[Chorus: Yung Bans & Lil Skies]
I got all kinds of drugs for when get lonely, lonely
When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
When I get lonely, lonely
Yeah
I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely
(I got all kinds of drugs)
When I get lonely, lonely
When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
(Aye, aye) Yeah

[Verse 2: Lil Skies]
Pray to the deacon, think my demons tryna wake me up
Call me Lil’ Kodak, off a jigga when I’m booted up
The stars aligned, now it’s my time, you never do enough
I got the drugs, send me the addie, I ain’t pullin’ up
I get high by myself, I don’t need no one else
My bank account on tilt, these rookies like to steal
Mad ’cause I know the deal, life of an outsider
Bitch we up in the hills, all black like bike riders
I pull up wit’ the mob, we had to jugg and rob
Trappin’ was like a job, now we eat shish kabobs
Sit back and laugh at it, now we the trendin’ topic
I know they see me now, like, "Boy, that nigga poppin’"
I call up Yung Bans, pull up in minivans
And if that nigga talkin’, we’ll pop you and your mans
Bitch I don’t fear nobody, I feel like Killa Cam
I’m in a black Coupe, zoomin’ like Batman

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely
When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
When I get lonely, lonely
Yeah
I got all kinds of drugs for when I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
When I get lonely, lonely
When I get lonely, lonely (I got all kinds of drugs)
Yeah

[Outro]
Damn, that’s Surreal right there?

[Pre-Chorus]
I said girl why you keep callin’
I said girl why you keep callin’ (yeah)
She said I need new whip (yeah)
‘Cause I know that you still ballin’
She just wanna go back to the future, so I brought that girl a DeLorean
Twenty more minutes until I gotta go, so I told that girl that I’m gonna slaughter it

[Chorus]
I met that girl right up at my show
Left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town never saw her before
Tell her "Baby, we don’t got that long"
Listen, this is not my city show
But I treat it like my city show
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on (yeah)
I am not slow
These girls just want me ’cause I got the dough
Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go
He pass me her friend, so they switchin’ roles

[Verse 1]
I hit it fast, yeah, I hit it slow
But by the morning girl, I gotta go
I gotta get ready, tonight is my show
If you okay, you might open my show
Got the big pointers right under my nose
These niggas mad ’cause I got all the dough
These niggas mad ’cause I got all the dough
Changin’ my style ’cause I got every flow
Got every girl, ain’t no toppin’ my hoes
I understand that is your girlfriend, bro
But you know I gotta keep her close
Open your legs and I keep ’em closed
Living life on the edge, on a tightrope
I am so clean, I might start movin’ soap
Drive a new ‘Rari, I don’t need a new
Drive a Bugatti like it’s a Volvo
I got your girl and you already know
Don’t really like her, we friends for the most
Cuban the truck all on my choker
Don’t leave the crumb, got the bread, then you toast
If you start touchin’ my gun, got no holst’
I put a coat on top of my coat
Only 20 minutes before the show

[Chorus]
I met that girl right up at my show
Left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town, never saw her before
Tell her "Baby, we don’t got that long"
Listen, this is not my city show
But I treat it like my city show
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on (yeah)
I am not slow
These girls just want me ’cause I got the dough
Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go
He pass me her friend, so they switchin’ roles

[Verse 2]
Damn, I just started it
Man, I just started it
Oh my God, please do not bother me
Don’t got enough just to order me
I’m on that tree like an ornament
Money so long like accordion
You lied to me, wasn’t sorry then
On the weekend, you was partyin’
It was just me, you was targetin’
It was just me, you was targetin’
Jump in the Porsche, I might target it (skrr)
Jump in the Lamb, I ain’t parkin’ it (skrr)
Ice is so cold, I snowboard in it
Go to my show, they applaud me in
She call my phone with emergency
She call my phone with that urgency

[Pre-Chorus]
I said girl why you keep callin’
I said girl why you keep callin’ (yeah)
She said I need new whip (yeah)
‘Cause I know you still ballin’
She just wanna go back to the future, so I brought that girl a DeLorean
Twenty-one minutes until I gotta go, so I told that girl that I’m gonna slaughter it

[Chorus]
I met that girl right up at my show
Left her man in the crowd on the floor
Out of town, never saw her before
Tell her "Baby, we don’t got that long"
Listen, this not my city show
But I treat it like my city show
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on
Twenty more minutes until I’m on (yeah)
I am not slow
These girls just want me ’cause I got the dough
Pass that girl right on my friend, give and go
He pass me her friend, so they switchin’ roles