Ty James - Shooting Star* lyrics

We don't got no worries n***a Here you made it off the curb you richer Fix ya, muthaphuckin face! It's me again with the swagga Bar gm get you dagger Louis Vuitton back for stabbing Usually armed, Cadillac'n Cruelty long as I'm banging Be too much n***a for ma**a Painting my pain with desire Hiding through liquor & laughter Look miss I'm more then a rapper, come wrap your legs round a King Married to rage & then rapture Baby my name got a ring A shooting star hit the ghetto, bury a G in his j**elry, my biggest groupie for company, my first CD & my hoodie Don't like me now, hate me later Don't let it turn into love We shot the vein of the inner city, suburbia drug Finally flossing, let em know it's us Rows of trucks Og Kush & bows to crush Most of us Don't know sh** but the struggle We hold a grudge Hoes in lust Got the flow by the nickel, reload and bust Blown to dust Bump into it won't tickle When opp steps up we whip his a** Postion we lifting with the kicks to last Let us pick your cask' Ain't no slippin pa** Georgie's on the strip his a** Ran them b**hes stranded from my pimpin' past Tinted gla** Snitches yellin, no tellin I'm dipped in cash You go to feel me! Flooded out canary! Summon the wolves Halloween Here's my Hail Mary Shout to those that hold their own way Helping to bring the team back Separate from the stagnant ones, it'll just have to be that Raising up my MC stats, thanks to Big L & G-Rap Polly (politic) with the phenomenal Eat, sleep & bleed tacks! Facts!