Rap Star lyrics

by

French


[Intro]
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
f*ck the feds, they on my case
I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*tches feel a-

[Chorus: French]
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
f*ck the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*tches feel a way

[Verse 1: Moeski]
Half a milli in the safe
On the block I'm dodgin' raids
Love my bros, I'll hug the case
Fly OT, I'm catchin' planes
Hatin' on me you're a lame
n*gga get in your own lane
Yeah your turn ups, they so lame
Our turn ups, they insane
Got the b*tches screaming names
And they love us, ain't no game
Pull up on us, got them thangs
Fifty drum, ain't got to aim
Ay, now I'm flexin' in a Range
Still getting money girl I never ever changed
Ay, free A.R off the range
Boy I'm glizzy'd up, b*tch I'm shootin' like I'm Strange
[Verse 2: French]
On my block I'm the guy
Grab the machine, let's go slide
Moeski cruisin' by my side
It's gon' be a homicide
Shorty love the way I'm fly
Catch me OT on my grind
Got these n*ggas in their feelings
Got these n*ggas tryna slide

[Chorus: French]
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
f*ck the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*tches feel a way

On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
f*ck the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*tches feel a way
[Verse 3: French]
Tryna travel to the States
Tryna pull off in a Wraith
Tryna blow and hit the stage
Them Gucci shoes, my hoodie Bape
The Mali charm will take your bae
Glizzy boppin', streets insane
If you're real then grab a plate
I f*ck with real and not with fake
Hug the L you can not take
Half a milli in the safe
I link the plug and got a crate
Lotta shooters in the place

[Chorus: French]
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
f*ck the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these b*tches feel a way
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