Stars (Explicit) - JID/Yasiin Bey

Lyrics by：Destin Route/Yasiin Bey/Chester Hansen/Matthew Tavares/Alexander Sowinski/Eric Jones/John Welch/Taji Ausar

Composed by：Destin Route/Yasiin Bey/Chester Hansen/Matthew Tavares/Alexander Sowinski/Eric Jones/John Welch/Taji Ausar

Oh woah woah woah

Look uh

JID：

Baby girl have faith in a n***a without a job

And let a n***a stay at your place

Play it for your friends when I drop a mixtape

Both of us will win if I get a big break

Broke n***a d**k

Baby had a long day

Tryna get rich buy you Dolce

And Gabbana baby just be honest

Don't be tryna play me I'm an artist baby I'm an artist

Baby I'm an artist

And I'm sensitive about my ****

I been tryna make it on my grind I'm takin' what is mine

I'm racin' with the time

I been tryna make it at my hardest makin' it a promise

Chasin' with my heart in it

I just gotta make it to the stars a spaceship or a rocket

Paintin' I'm an artist

I'm just tryna make it as an artist

And I'm sensitive about my ****

I just gotta make it

Heavy way to hold the head and notice

Just a long and cold and scary

But I don't even feel a thing no more

I set my goals and I'm prepared

Look-look-look-look-look uh look uh

Everybody wanna come and hang with the stars

Pinky ring chain bling-bling and the cars

A hundred miles an hour on the way to Lee-R

You don't even believe in Jesus wearin' Christian Dior

You crazy on a Twitter who we need for PR

You out of control P-O-W-E-R

Went to the head and now you doin' bodily harm

On the meds and nobody wanna say

Because they scared to lose a gig

But yeah-yeah you wanna be JID kid

I used to wanna be Jay I used to wanna be Wayne

I used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3K

And all my homegirls wanted to be Beyoncé

Can you pay my telephone bills

Woah **** I was just lookin' for a deal

Workin' so hard had to sharpen my skills

Work with my dawgs still sharpen my steel

Was still in apartments stealin' and starvin'

Fast-forward I'm in a buildin' with stars

And I got in Yatchy car he got stars in the ceilin'

Pause for a minute

Wait

Gotta know the difference in the stars and the gimmicks

Are you really in it for the arts or the image

Do you really live it in your heart and spirit

It's part of all you are and all you isn't

Heavy way to hold the head and notice

Trust your vision

Just a long and cold and scary

Trust your vision

But I don't even feel a thing no more

I set my goals and I'm prepared

And now a word from our ancestors

Man I I like these new slaves

Yasiin Bey：

Your chain hangin' bling swingin' back breakin'

But it's gleamin' problem posture double cup leanin'

Slide slouchin' tiger pimpin' dragon on swagger

VVS is very vertebrae snappin' lights flashin'

A manicure the premise concealin' the shattered spirit

Jinn snarin' out the paradox prism

The pilots that's the prison retail religion

Red carpet constriction freedom as the fiction

As n***a raised specific as race really existin'

Man get the bag you're trippin'

Go 'head partner hit this sip this

Wishlist hitlist top ten **** list ***** list

Chick list playmate playboy flip sides same coin big front

But no joy yuck oh boy hot girls cold heart

Taxman like the Taliban and ISIS

No relation to class of Osiris

Kissin' cousins 'til the climbin' gas prices kill a climate

Yikes sucker mean muggin' who the nicest

A promised death known is what they life is

They tap in they tap out like a tabloid typist

They touch too tiny to the titan YA-S-double I-N

Conquerin' lion out the liar seek the garden flee the fire

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