Okay, last question.
If your name wasn't 5 Star,
what would you name it?
I wouldn't be alive.
Yes.
Yo, I can't get here.
I'm singing.
5 Star.
Can you text me back?
Yes.
Bitch doing too much, I had to go cash this.
Brown punk in yellow jeans,
I pulled them on backwards.
3, 6, 5 straight, I might retire after.
I just prayed it when I got my jersey in the Razzles.
Everything I touch is gold,
got the mighty touch.
Everything I see is stone,
cause the snakes around me.
They ain't peeing me back when I wear Vans and have a crummy.
They ain't peeing me,
it was packed sun and phone positive.
They ain't peeing me,
rocking KD6,
don't I'm pearless.
They don't pee the bloody tear shed to get it started.
They don't know this now,
flex a lot,
my bank retarded.
My bank retarded.
My bank retarded.
My bank retarded.
I rage on stages like Travis Starr and not like Carter.
I drop off in a black Uber, ask some office.
I step into the pick up,
that's my * office.
Baby,
you don't do it to me, oh no.
You deserve the world, let me show ya.
You want Kent,
Corner, Barbara.
I'm on top right now, can't pick your phone up.
I'm on stage and five,
I got to turn up.
But when I get home, we finna turn up.
She felt like a warrior, she a soldier.
Bitch doing too much, I had to go cash.
New punk and yellow jeans,
I throw them on backwards.
365 straight, I might retire after.
I just pray that when I die,
my jersey in the rafters.
Everything I touch is gold,
got the mighty touch.
Everything I see is stone, cause it's next Rami.
They ain't peeing me back when I wear Vans and have a crummy.
They ain't peeing me,
it was packed sun and phone positive.
Face,
shout out Chelsea,
I'ma put my niggas on the map.
It ain't nothing for me to go and blow 30 racks.
It ain't nothing for me to * a hoe and go Casper.
It ain't nothing for me to * a hoe and go Casper.
It ain't nothing for me to * a hoe and go Casper.
Cut an A truck all white like Casper.
Pay her back all white like Casper.
Whoa,
baby, you don't do it to me, oh no.
You deserve the world, let me show ya.
I'm on top right now, can't pay your phone up.
I'm on stage and five, I gotta turn up.
But when I get home, we finna turn up.
She felt like a warrior, she a soldier.
Bitch doing too much, I had to go cash.
New punk and yellow jeans,
I throw them on backwards.
365 straight, I might retire after.
I just pray that when I die,
my jersey in the rafters.
Everything I touch is gold,
got the mighty touch.
Everything I see is stone,
cuz the snakes around me.
They ain't paying me back with no revenge,
I have a crime.
They ain't paying me,
it was packed sun and phone positive.
They ain't paying me,
it was packed sun and phone positive.
Fight forever.