Superstars

Yes we are
 Playas and pimps and superstars
 We never gonna change
 Cause failures turn their backs in the game
 We came up quick
 By devoting our heart to the screwed up click
 And here's the first G
 He goes by the name of Lil' Keke
 Lil' Keke:
 Well I'm Lil' Keke, young thug O.G
 The nigga you love to hate, and the playa you wannabe
 It's me the bullshit rejectin', superior skill protectin'
 Collecting my ends, steady be settin' trends
 Paper stacks profits and guaranteed wins
 I lean on serve killa weed I smoke plenty
 six hundred coupe sittin' low on twenty's
 A pimp and a mack in this game called crack
 Tongue quick as a cat on this dope ass track
 Five pages on my beeper, three hoes two licks
 All the hoes wanna fuck and both licks want bricks
 I'm climbin' the ladder and I'm steppin on toes
 Crucifying shoes autographs to my hoes
 When it comes to being a G, I'm all of the above
 A dead end nigga lettin' you know what I'm made of
 And if you didn't know
 Next on the mike is the Kay and the Poyo
 Check one, two as I proceed I'm finna clown
 Kay-K always down to swang mines and pops a rhyme
 For my G's I be cookin' up, taking em' out the pyrex cup
 Weighing em u, making sure the big baby don't get fucked
 Puttin em in the mass quick and fast
 Feds on my ass, they don't the stash
 Pokey baby smash
 It's the... red runner, hand upon the gunner
 half eyes choppin' fuckin with the brick funna
 Give me some more cheese, so I can move it with ease
 Pump till the corner bleed, bout to make my ends meet
 Cause haters talkin' down, time to squash the conversation
 25 to the east, 34 to the west
 One more time upon up and I see I been blessed
 Pullin' out my stacks, host a gat for jack
 Ride through Yellowstone now it's on the trunk lookin' fat
 Had to bump and grind, keys growed from Nam
 Now I'm rollin' chopping em up in the Bentley holdin' my ground, in H-Town
 Kay-K thangs done changed, ain't no time to explain
 My partner Jack down in Main need a block of cocaine
 66 brick hauler, drug smuggler and hustler
 Hit the spot, pulled it out in Seran wrapped it in mustard
 Distracted them dogs, as I crawl through the states
 Loaded pistol gripped with crystal cause it's money to make... Bitch!
 Oh and by the way
 Next on the mike is the H-A-W-K
 Down the hill, Fairy tale or milk
 Shot caller, big baller
 I'm a force to be reckoned with
 It's all about the money and the power
 Blades on Eddie Bauer
 Glock toting splif smoking
 My competition I devour
 Our, time has come and I'm in it to win it
 Cockin hoes at shows, hittin' hoes right in it
 This game is gamble just like poker
 I'm all about that dollar and these hoes are medicore
 Mike ripper no mercy with the thug of Herschel
 With the Leans and Yellowstone bout to cause controversy
 While Whitney's waiting to exhale, 2Pac avoids jail
 The Dead End Alliance will prevail in raisin' hell
 Breakin' it off, explicit verbs and nouns
 Bad actin ain't no jackin' when you down in H-Town
 D.E.A oh by the way did I forget to say
 Sip and serve parlay with the H-A-W-K, uh
 And I'm that nigga Moe
 Steady sippin' on the lean yep that's a potent 4...
 Yeah...
 Steady sippin' on the codeine...