Nick Catchdubs - The Star lyrics

[Verse 1] When that adrenaline get in ya system I put em out on the quest for stardom, to be a muh'f**ing problem The city, Atlanta, Los Angeles, Chicago is like A lot of youngins using hating as a motto despite I try to give em something positive to follow my drive Quite fast they are Bart, I am Otto Abort what you talking Dead beat fathers, when ya girlfriend late Although I love the city, it's a whole lot of haters Everybody wanna rap, everybody tryna make it It's no spot vacant And everybody shooting, it's really nothing to aim at Ricochet 'Le, you shoot me you get the pain back Yeah, my loose leaf bleeds anthrax Run relay to the mouth from the brain It more or less becomes Taliban dangerous Hold up, hold up listen.. You telling me I ain't sh** It's quite true, constipation takes patience I have that like waitress, and the game's like an indecisive patron Since 'Ye I been working on my spaceship Putting work, don't you see the Myspace hits See Joe that's why I never say sh** Sensitive n***as never know how to take sh** No I'm not signed, I don't wanna hear ya demo Don't wanna do a verse, it's really quite simple I have to pull the blind on opportunity's window Opportunists they are but it's nothing I can give you It's nothing I can give you..I ain't got sh** yeah It's nothing I can give you [Verse 2] Yeah I get a message like Wale whaddup I respond on the spot, my reply “nothing much” They reply like f**, you really responded Then I look at my sent box and see it was forwarded And not that I'm bothered I just feel it is not that serious, people make it Cus I feel as an artist I am somewhat responsible For making the followers feel me a little more Let em know I acknowledge them Yeah so when I can I reply to them And they reply to me, but this what bothers me Every other message be that blah ze blah Yo I got me a artist, can you feature for all of us Or can you feature for one of us Cus we from DC and we know such and such We got this that, the third and that that Producers and what not, and we on ASCAP And we got a studio, engineers on all that So if you swing by, we'll throw you a couple tracks Do you know Mark, I got me this young cat He sound like he young hills he compliment y'all tracks I don't respond back, cus I ain't wit all that Cus I put in my work, you coming for all that I'm grinding for nine years, a lot of the lot of time Rhyming for 12 years and now I'm the front line Y'all n***as coming out, Diana they want mine I never knew recess, and I don't do lunch time Whoever do want mine, better do what I've done And this place should not be full with another man's lunch This game sidekicks don't make it Only good for like a year like a sidekick pager And I ain't trying fake it like a psychic either But the crystal ball tell me you got rappers in ya neighbor-hood Well save it, guarantee you been saying The same damn sh** every other hater saying Like my name Lil Black, got this got that I'm better than Wale, yeah Wale's wack Wale act like he too damn high He don't write a n***a back, he ain't put us on the map He on that n***a Tabi, both of them n***as trash With they lil a** pants, don't nobody wear that sh** Aw, aw, aw…star [Verse 3] Mad cus if good was bad, you'd be a goody two shoes I'd be the devil unmasked Speak of the devil, lyrically put a gun in yo a** And get to bustin' off til my words short as my breath Long winded, long winded Means y'all f**ing with the wrong n***a You are so not a star n***a While I am close, I am more a Marvin a martian with it Yeah make them haters mad, space modulator place them a hand Live ‘08 80 with Durant I'm a star, see the galaxy's my pad And the atmosphere around me is dust and gas Dusty a** rappers obviously being ga**ed Not in my orbit, they not in my path I don't really care if I'm the first to make it out Cus I know, I be the n***a that them n***as ain't doubt Nah, out forest grow the Barry Farm's south parts I got genuine fans that's coming out for us You got friends that be at the shows loud for ya I got strangers that love the way I sound off They say I sound more official than them other bammas They love my hip hop, so f** a sound scan And f** a BDS, I am a CVS I got it all Joe, I'm like em all Joe So bring em on Joe, and bring em all Joe Star like Eddie on Malcolm Jamal show Stop wellin', don't nobody be at y'all shows Swear ‘fore Lord y'all lying like a barcode Y'all line like part on cornrow Flow like n***a head, n***as can't comb through it Ya can't perm that, cus y'all pure wack Syntax error undeliverable work, yes Yes I got the city, got the ‘burbs Got the jocks, got the nerds, got the teachers and the janitor In principle, I have the principle's word The school of hard knocks get ya pad out and learn, show you where the star is One cannot achieve such status on the out unless he know it in his heart, yeah Correct, that I'm is, perfection as close as it gets Just like a star, I'm the muse of the music of Karin My music is lended to their ears, a legend where I live You n***as funny as a b**h, you could be like a six on Letterman's list I'm caught between D.C. and Maryland sh** PG resident and I love it over here I'm a S-T-A-R, the one a A&R salivate for but I ain't signing papers Got Sallie Mae funds that need to be paid for A mean shoe fetish so I need to make more If you can't pay more, Wale straight ignore ya You finna pay more, for my sig-in-ature And just to make sure that you got the name right Say my name all the time so you know it on the dime I stay on n***as mind like the 50/59, in reverse But you get it every time I do the line There's nothing like mine, nothing like mine I don't ever take pictures, you can see me in the sky I'm a S-T-A-R