Fudge (Michael Christmas & Prefuse 73) - Popstar sh** lyrics

[Verse 1: Michael Christmas] I'm rock 'n rolling Lock, Stock, & Two Smoking Barrels with my homies London boy, Jason Statham (?) if I go to prison These n***as know my vision, I don't need no revision I get money all the ways that I had dreamed of, this rhythm I got to get them Drop so much hot sh** like Sriracha dinner They pulling cards, Imma go fish 'em I promise I don't trust no n***a (none of you) If God didn't have a sense of humor, why'd he make me funny And if you grew up ugly then you probably getting money And if you grew up co*ky then you probably working (?) Punk n***a, you went left trying to punk n***as You so dramatic, (?) n***as And now you blowing (?) n***as These black shades, I'm the one n***a Mr. Anderson, don't embarra** him I'm doging bullets, Jackie Chan and them Get stripped like (?) and them [Hook: Michael Christmas] Quality sh** talking talking Rockstar sh**, popstar sh** I'm a seedless n***a get a popstar b**h Yeah (x2) [Bridge: Michael Christmas] Dark alleyways got celebrities doing c**aine All they wanna do is come back like Rogaine sh** get me shook when the door close Cause they got some more hoes So they could deliver like DiGiornos That's the point of hoes [Verse 2: Michael Christmas] I'm sipping liquor just so I can figure All the times that I felt like a b**h When I was dreaming of a championship Last picked in my recess click And try to bury all the memories Rearrange, your energy building Shows I done filled it Hit up hoes from way back when Then hit it off of guilt sh** I could be a business Or I could get a whip and try to fly if off a building Which one would make me less p**y Which one would make me less shook Which one would make me living legend Get a reverend Tell him bless him, he's a master do not test him Heaven sent him, lie a message Keenan Ivory got the letter n***a