Rockstar by Taylor Pearson Lyrics
Chorus:
I dropped a couple hits that’s what I call that
I took a couple steps and now you fall back
I made a couple racks and then came right back
I’m flexin on the gram I know you like that
I’m living my life like rockstar
Like a rockstar
In the rari fast pace like a cop car
Living like a rockstar
Verse 1:
Imma just hit y’all with that real shit
She do real drugs she real lit
I’m speaking bitch so please sit
Schoolin rappers like I teach it
I’m bout to blow up and you better believe it
Im pulling the honeys and that ain’t no secret
No days off, homie that’s weak shit
I just work everyday of the week bitch
Everyday that’s every night but I can’t talk gotta catch a flight
I’m like Superman with that kryptonite
Should I swoop in Bitch I might
I’m like oh god, yeah, yeah
I’m like oh god, yeah yeah
All these bitches fake man they Hollywood devils
This beat go hard it’s a TP instrumental
Coming for the charts yeah I’m climbing up these levels
I ain’t mean to take your girl it was only accidental
Back in highschool they used to talk shit
Look at TP now I’m gettin dumb rich yeah
Please don’t hit me up you a dumb bitch
I said please don’t hit me up you a dumb bitch
Chorus 2:
I dropped a couple hits that’s what I call that
I took a couple steps and now you fall back
I made a couple racks and then came right back
I’m flexin on the gram I know you like that I’m living my life like rockstar
Like a rockstar
In the rari fast pace like a cop car
Living like a rockstar
Verse:2
I’m sorry mom but college ain’t for me
Oh you’re hard bro you got yourself a college degree
You did all that work just to take orders from me
And I ain’t ever take orders unless it’s coming from me
I stay grounded with my ten toes down
Why you speaking why you speakin pipe down
They be like where Taylor at he ain’t around
623 yeah I’m runnin up my town
I only speak my mind on some real shit
I ain’t like everybody im a misfit
I just mind my own business then i worry bout myself
And It’s still only me and I ain’t asking for no help
Only difference is I don’t follow trends
I gotta Small circle no fake friends
People frontin like they all up in my life
Back in highschool remember me Syke
All these people actin like they know me now
Random dudes they be callin me they Homie now
I make my beats and write my songs Independently
Got no labels got no backing yeah it’s just me
Sheesh
I dropped a couple hits that’s what I call that
I took a couple steps and now you fall back
I made a couple racks and then came right back
I’m flexin on the gram I know you like that
I’m living my life like rockstar
Like a rockstar
In the rari fast pace like a cop car
Living like a rockstar
Verse 1:
Imma just hit y’all with that real shit
She do real drugs she real lit
I’m speaking bitch so please sit
Schoolin rappers like I teach it
I’m bout to blow up and you better believe it
Im pulling the honeys and that ain’t no secret
No days off, homie that’s weak shit
I just work everyday of the week bitch
Everyday that’s every night but I can’t talk gotta catch a flight
I’m like Superman with that kryptonite
Should I swoop in Bitch I might
I’m like oh god, yeah, yeah
I’m like oh god, yeah yeah
All these bitches fake man they Hollywood devils
This beat go hard it’s a TP instrumental
Coming for the charts yeah I’m climbing up these levels
I ain’t mean to take your girl it was only accidental
Back in highschool they used to talk shit
Look at TP now I’m gettin dumb rich yeah
Please don’t hit me up you a dumb bitch
I said please don’t hit me up you a dumb bitch
Chorus 2:
I dropped a couple hits that’s what I call that
I took a couple steps and now you fall back
I made a couple racks and then came right back
I’m flexin on the gram I know you like that I’m living my life like rockstar
Like a rockstar
In the rari fast pace like a cop car
Living like a rockstar
Verse:2
I’m sorry mom but college ain’t for me
Oh you’re hard bro you got yourself a college degree
You did all that work just to take orders from me
And I ain’t ever take orders unless it’s coming from me
I stay grounded with my ten toes down
Why you speaking why you speakin pipe down
They be like where Taylor at he ain’t around
623 yeah I’m runnin up my town
I only speak my mind on some real shit
I ain’t like everybody im a misfit
I just mind my own business then i worry bout myself
And It’s still only me and I ain’t asking for no help
Only difference is I don’t follow trends
I gotta Small circle no fake friends
People frontin like they all up in my life
Back in highschool remember me Syke
All these people actin like they know me now
Random dudes they be callin me they Homie now
I make my beats and write my songs Independently
Got no labels got no backing yeah it’s just me
Sheesh