POP STAR lyrics

[Intro]
My nephew the one that, know what I'm sayin', really broadcast this sh*t live
You understand me?
Show you how we poppin' this sh*t, out here in rare form with this sh*t
You know what I mean? Boy, real sh*t, no disrespect
I don't— I don't know who you is, real sh*t, but you know what I mean?
Boy, f*ck ya

[Chorus: Cantrell]
All my women bad, know they mad that they lost me
One look at my call log, ooh, it's like a mosh pit
I been paying dues, boy, don't ask what it cost me
I am not a pop star, really I just pop sh*t
Huh, yeah, I just pop sh*t
I ain't get a penny for my time, but the watch sick
Don't know what they thought, let 'em talk, it's just gossip
I'ma chase a milli' with my dog, split the profit

[Verse 1: Cantrell]
They want me the rappin' black Bieber
But mama had to whip, whip Bieber
They think I'm a new jack, rap like a vet, two-seater
Truck full of all of my negus, for reala, ayy

[Chorus: Cantrell]
All my women bad, know they mad that they lost me
One look at my call log, ooh, it's like a mosh pit
I been paying dues, boy, don't ask what it cost me
I am not a pop star, really I just pop sh*t
Huh, yeah, I just pop sh*t
I ain't get a penny for my time, but the watch sick
Don't know what they thought, let 'em talk, it's just gossip
I'ma chase a milli' with my dog—

[Verse 2: Cantrell]
Got a baby at the crib, so I gotta get rich
If it's money on his head, put a dot on that b*tch
This is God talk, n*gga, f*ck a lottery pick
I'm from the bottom with this
I mean I— (Hmm, wait)
I been doing this sh*t since I was a jit, I just flick wrist
Dipsh*ts, tell 'em that you rap, they just nitpick
Sick b*tch, I could put your crib in my spirit, boy, this rich sh*t
I might throw some D's on that b*tch, get it lit, lit
Okay, young boy selling that audio crack, make the devil mad
Friends on my line, shawty on my line, say that we don't talk enough
I can sit with you or run the numbers and the summer up
I'm numbing up
[Verse 3: Louis IV]
Yeah
I am not a pop star, n*gga, I'm a block star
Can't expect that boy to keep it gangster if he not one
Every time I post a different b*tch, I gotta block some
That sh*t embarrassing
The way I'm poppin' sh*t off in this b*tch, they say I'm arrogant
My main b*tch at the W, my side ho at the Sheraton
Don't run your mouth too much, my dogs'll load up in that Caravan (Shh)
Send the blitz please, get a n*gga Swiss cheesed
I been pullin' up in different whips since I was sixteen
Told lil' mama she gon' need a pillow for her bent knees
I been running up that dirty money, but it print clean
Okay

[Chorus: Cantrell]
All my women bad, know they mad that they lost me
One look at my call log, ooh, it's like a mosh pit
I been paying dues, boy, don't ask what it cost me
I am not a pop star, really I just pop sh*t
Huh, yeah, I just pop sh*t
I ain't get a penny for my time, but the watch sick
Don't know what they thought, let 'em talk, it's just gossip
I'ma chase a milli' with my dog, split the profit

[Outro: Cousin Uey]
What up, cuz?
This Cousin Uey bringin' you some light and a thought to think twice
Water gives life and found in anything
Fire gives life, but devours many things
This is life
This is growth and its plight
What's left and what's right?
What have you found being lost? Hopefully, it's God, imagine being Christ
Given life to give your life
Shade comes when you giving light
Look outside yourself to get insight
Look within to see him, her, and them and then you'll get it right
We're all the same, just yin and yang, identical different thangs
What you give, you gain
What you lost, you give
This is the giver's pain
But who could you really blame?
And what is healing without any pain?