Rockstar Lifestyle Lyrics by Ken Carson
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Like, back when niggas ain’t have nothin’
And all these hoes just ***’ for fun, no way they like
Now this *** different, yuh
I’m ’bout to drop the ceilin’, yeah
I’m ’bout to drop my album, I’m ’bout to *** ’em
Lil’ ***, I say whatever I want, I ain’t got no filter
If I bought her ass and ***, huh, huh, then I built her, yeah, yeah
Yeah, I built her
I been sippin’ codeine, don’t give no *** about my liver
Pass that cup, pour me up
Rockstar lifestyle, yeah, I been off these drugs
Rockstar lifestyle, yeah, she don’t give no ***
I just flew yo’ *** out to India
I’m so ***, red, huh, huh, this ain’t no Indica
Like a wrestler, I’m ’bout to hit this *** with my finisher
Fatality, Mortal Kombat, yeah, I’m endin’ her
Huh, huh, pull out track, huh, huh, quarterback
Huh, huh, put it on the floor, I need more of that, yeah, yeah
You lookin’ for me, ***, I’m posted in the cul-de-sac
Yeah, yeah, cul-de-sac, yeah, yeah
Swipe ***, pipe ***
Real rockstar, that my type, bih
Opium aesthetic, yeah, type ***
VVS diamonds on my right wrist, and my left
Carats in my ear, no I can’t hear ***, yeah, I’m deaf
You can ask my partners, I been poppin’ *** since I was twelve
I got pounds ’bout to land, ayy, keep ya eyes on the mail
I’m Ken Carson, I’m bigger than the law, I ain’t goin’ back to jail, yeah, yeah
*** 12, yeah, yeah
I ain’t leavin’ no evidence cause the stick came with a shell catcher
If my partner flip yo’ ***, then I’m payin’ that lil’ bail, yeah, yeah
She took off all her clothes ’cause she say, “It’s hot as hell in here”
Balenciaga, steroid boots, I could step on the whole town
If you talkin’ down, I can get you spun right now
Ain’t no *** *** with my ***, and that’s hands down
Every time I look up she be making TikToks to my sound
I mean TikToks to my song, I feel like I’m Drake, *** I’m so far gone
I pulled up with that drac and that boy never made it home
These niggas don’t be for real, they need to leave me alone, cuz I step on ***
Imma sweat, New Zealand, Sweden, yeah, I had dirty ***
Buyin’ every switch, on that ***, this some dirty sticks
I was ***’ on a M.I.L.F., she was thirty-six
I don’t really shop at Kith, I be in SoHo
I’m flexin’ on my ***, sometimes you gotta let a *** know
I told the label I’m lit, *** it I don’t need no promo
Super Saiyan, yeah, while I’m diff, I’m in go mode
Upside down cross beside my neck, but I ain’t ever sell my soul