STARDUST Songtext
von Griffen feat. Bob Chin
STARDUST Songtext
10, 9 ignition sequence start
6,5,4,3,2
They comparing him to heroin
Fiends at the window, starin in
It′s a line at the door nigga
You could feel the bass thru the floor nigga
You ont really wanna go to war nigga
All yo guys in drawers at the morgue Nigga
Overdoses shole ain't fair
Now I′m gettin chased by Cocaine Bear
And iont hit the brakes - I skate right thru
Married to the game nigga, say I do
The freestyle fentanyl
7, 8, 9? Shiiid, all ten of y'all
Hustler shit, we sellin everything
Rhymin
Hustler shit, we sellin everything
In the studio, baggin up dope
Every rhyme I wrote double line of coke
My ink powder - based
One hit of this, we in outer space
Floatin thru a nebula
Hella irregular
Grape colored 7up
If I'm in the club, I got the weapon tucked
These weak mufukkas need to freshen up
Its effortless - I′m the evidence
This everyday, nigga, you ain′t never this
Recognize what a blessing is
I let em live this long - regretting it
5th element flow
That shit you talkin is irrelevant tho
I douse scenes in kerosene
Inception: a dream inside a pair of dreams
Methamphetamine
Notebooks dipped in ketamine
Leveling blocks since I was 17
Hustler shit we sellin everything
Hustler shit, we sellin everything
Rhymin
Hustler shit, we sellin everything
Methamphetamine
Notebooks dipped in ketamine
Leveling blocks since I was 17
Hustler shit we sellin everything
Yeah, cuz the Shit dope
Shit had everybody out cold
Never sold out or been out sold
They OD'd on the last one da outro
They came in, but K9 flipped out
Start running full speed thru the whole house
All off one zip, only one ounce
Wit more vert than UZI it had more bounce
Shit wild seen cops rob dealers
Seen cops pull up to the spot to cop killa
Ain′t none of y'all got a noise greater than illa
Nobody too big, the big bags fit ya
Same shit you high on you die on
And the same dirt you kick up you lie on
What are the perks of percs, never tried one
Get it out the dirt, get a grinder and get my grind on
Yeah, nigga
Hustler shit, we sellin everything
Rhymin
Hustler shit, we sellin everything
Rhymin
6,5,4,3,2
They comparing him to heroin
Fiends at the window, starin in
It′s a line at the door nigga
You could feel the bass thru the floor nigga
You ont really wanna go to war nigga
All yo guys in drawers at the morgue Nigga
Overdoses shole ain't fair
Now I′m gettin chased by Cocaine Bear
And iont hit the brakes - I skate right thru
Married to the game nigga, say I do
The freestyle fentanyl
7, 8, 9? Shiiid, all ten of y'all
Hustler shit, we sellin everything
Rhymin
Hustler shit, we sellin everything
In the studio, baggin up dope
Every rhyme I wrote double line of coke
My ink powder - based
One hit of this, we in outer space
Floatin thru a nebula
Hella irregular
Grape colored 7up
If I'm in the club, I got the weapon tucked
These weak mufukkas need to freshen up
Its effortless - I′m the evidence
This everyday, nigga, you ain′t never this
Recognize what a blessing is
I let em live this long - regretting it
5th element flow
That shit you talkin is irrelevant tho
I douse scenes in kerosene
Inception: a dream inside a pair of dreams
Methamphetamine
Notebooks dipped in ketamine
Leveling blocks since I was 17
Hustler shit we sellin everything
Hustler shit, we sellin everything
Rhymin
Hustler shit, we sellin everything
Methamphetamine
Notebooks dipped in ketamine
Leveling blocks since I was 17
Hustler shit we sellin everything
Yeah, cuz the Shit dope
Shit had everybody out cold
Never sold out or been out sold
They OD'd on the last one da outro
They came in, but K9 flipped out
Start running full speed thru the whole house
All off one zip, only one ounce
Wit more vert than UZI it had more bounce
Shit wild seen cops rob dealers
Seen cops pull up to the spot to cop killa
Ain′t none of y'all got a noise greater than illa
Nobody too big, the big bags fit ya
Same shit you high on you die on
And the same dirt you kick up you lie on
What are the perks of percs, never tried one
Get it out the dirt, get a grinder and get my grind on
Yeah, nigga
Hustler shit, we sellin everything
Rhymin
Hustler shit, we sellin everything
Rhymin
Writer(s): Laurence Michael Langford, Ever Raul Ronquillo, Bobby Louis Rogers Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com