Emo Rockstar Lyrics – NBA Youngboy
(12 Hunna on the beat)
(DY definitely Krazy)
Can you turn my headphones up a lil’ bit?
Thank you
I say, mama, I’m a rockstar, and I don’t care what these people think of me
I say that they should just leave me ‘lone, none of their opinions, it don’t get to me
Rock peace on my face, I got big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hundreds
I won’t take my paint off, just wanna be free so tell ’em, “Please take these links off” (Let’s go)
My heart shackled down, *** me if they can take my head off
Mama, I got millions, I go and buy a big house
Won’t forgive if it’s civilians, when I let that stick off
They just waitin’ on the kid fall, they done got me *** off
I come from the gutter, *** where I was, where I’m not though
It can’t be another, there’s only one and only Top, so
Please don’t judge me because I’m me
Him with *** paint, that’s who they wanna ***’ see
Rock peace on my face, I got big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hundreds
I won’t take my paint off, just wanna be free so tell ’em, “Please take these links off”
I say, mama, I’m a rockstar, and I don’t care what they think about me
Let me tell it then they should just leave me ‘lone, ’cause I don’t think that they want these issues with me (They don’t want these issues)
Yeah, I’m in this ***, who got an issue with me? (Who got an issue?)
I got these *** and some hittas with me
I got some Bloods, and niggas Crippin’ with me
I’m livin’ large with all these millions with me (Ain’t lyin’, ain’t lyin’)
Rock peace on my face, I got big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hundreds
I won’t take my paint off, just wanna be free so tell ’em, “Please take these links off”
I don’t give no *** ’bout what they think ’bout
This money can fill up a grotto
I got all them models in so many cars, they all can’t fit at my house
No, no-no-no-no-no-no-no
They tryna find my flow, Northside where you gotta go
Hey, come ride with me (Hey, come ride with me)
Ooh-ooh, hmm-hmm, ah-ah
Top hollerin’ like, “The Feds after me,” oh
They wanna see me, but I’m just here like, “Bye, bye”
And they know AI a shotta, they know we *** ’em right now
Know my brothers knock a block down
If I’m not in New York, you know Utah where I’m gon’ be found
Hopin’ that my grandma and my bro guiding me ’round
They judgin’ me, I don’t need be around
Rock peace on my face, I got big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hundreds
I won’t take my paint off, just wanna be free so tell ’em, “Please take these links off”
I say, mama, I’m a rockstar, and I don’t care what they think about me
Let me tell it then they should just leave me ‘lone, ’cause I don’t think that they want these issues with me (They don’t want these issues)
I’m in this ***, who got an issue with me? (Who got an issue?)
I got these ***, and some hittas with me
I got some Bloods, and niggas Crippin’ with me
I’m leaving out with all these millions with me
I’m a rockstar
