Rolex Rockstar (feat. Buddy)

(These niggas don't want you to be great)
 (It's okay)
 (These niggas don't want you to be great, bro)
 (It's okay, it's okay, it's okay)
 Yeah
 To a house from a room, I'm high like the moon
 I guess I'm a dog, these bitches be fleas
 Niggas be weak, these haters be sneak
 Don't like me, it's likely you just fell asleep (yeah)
 Took off the hood and cut off the sleeves
 No jacket, I'm whippin' the hills in the Jeep (uh-huh)
 Big flex, no creatine, seein' things
 Vivid dreams, red beams, and Hennessy (hell yeah)
 Jealousy and envy be behind what these fake niggas be tellin' me
 Yeah, they can smell the P
 You ain't fuckin' with no average nigga, I got hella G's
 This ain't no fettuccine
 I'm a Giovanni's, you a normal noodle, nigga (bitch)
 Niggas got hella feelings, I got no time for a hormonal nigga
 I just been runnin' with wig-splitters
 Camera swipers, intelligent lick hitters
 I need that wrist glitter like Mariah Carey
 Wanna sing when the light hit (yeah)
 I put on chinchilla, I'm a roll in the front like a big wheeler (hey)
 I'm the bustdown rubber band villain, big stealin', Big Finnam, yeah
 These niggas don't want me to be great
 It's okay, it's okay (nah, nah, it's cool, dawg, it's cool)
 These bitches don't want me to be great (don't even trip, nigga, ayy)
 It's okay (I got you)
 It's okay, it's okay (it's okay, nigga, you good)
 These niggas don't want me to be great (yeah, ayy)
 It's okay, it's okay (it's cool, it's cool, nigga)
 These bitches don't want me to be great (it's cool)
 It's okay (ayy, don't even trip)
 It's okay, it's okay (ayy, don't even trip)
 Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
 Ayy, don't even trip, I ain't never gon' slip
 Keep talkin' that shit, punch you in your lip
 I got all blue strips, think I'm bangin' Crip
 But throw it up in the air and then we go to the crib
 Smokin' on weed, stumble out of the VIP (ayy)
 I be on boss shit, you ain't even 'bout shit
 You see these VV's and CDs, DVDs and VHS
 You can take these nuts to your fuckin' mouth
 Jumpin' around on this fuckin' couch (yeah)
 I got these diamonds through tears
 Count every second, I been here for years
 Gettin' money, I'll be here for eons
 Motherfucker, you know what I be on
 Take it to infinity and beyond
 Back in the day, I was broke
 But we ain't worried 'bout that any more, ho
 Ayy, they don't want me to be great
 These niggas gon' hate
 These bitches so fake
 Still fuck 'em anyway (ayy)
 Then I throw the bitch away (ayy)
 Tell 'em get up out my way (ayy)
 I been doin' with the cake (yeah, ayy)
 These niggas don't want me to be great
 "Guap, ayy, Guap, tell these niggas" (it's okay, it's okay)
 These niggas don't-
 Man, get out the booth, nigga
 (It's okay) Now listen, bro
 (It's okay, it's okay) You did your thing, you spazzed
 Why you spazzin'?
 These niggas don't want me to be great (shit)
 It's okay, it's okay
 These bitches don't want me to be great (shit)
 It's okay (ahh), it's okay, it's okay
 These niggas don't want me to be great
 It's okay, it's okay
 These bitches don't want me to be great
 It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
 (Yeah, I pray for that, I pray for your star)
 (That your star was gonna shine brighter)
 (The star that God gave you will shine brighter)
 (So work hard for it, 'kay?)