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I wanna be a superstar
You ever wanted somethin' so bad you sacrifice your life for it
I wanna be a super star
Take my walk in my crep
C's up (here we go, here we go)

I wanna be a superstar
Yeah
Thats money, the fame, the paps, the mags, the cheques, the cash
But I don't want the stress, yes
I wanna be a superstar
To be the best of the best
I'mma work till I'm dead
I wanna be a superstar
Nothin' more nothin' less
Ch'yeaah

I dress to impress without trying
Look I got CD's who's buyin'
At fifteen I wasn't paid in full
But I know I had parada's in school
(I was flash)
Ch'yeaah, ah
Uniform with the fly jacket
Rucksack to match it
Swagga, I had it
Young and easy in front of the cam
Makin' all the pretty girls go mad 'till the year book said
I was most likely to be famous
Piont to prove
Now I can't live my life lameless
So I hit the stuuds
Started cuttin' tunes
Minimal facilities in ironics room
But we still made do
I still came through
Haters still talk shit
Still fuck you
Even the lord knows when I started writin' bars
Never thought I'd hit the charts
Yeaah, yeaah

I wanna be a superstar
Yeaah
Thats the money, the fame, the paps, the mags, the cheques, the cash
But I don't want the stress, yes
I wanna be a superstar
To be the best of the best, I'mma work 'till I'm dead
Wanna be a superstar
Nothin' more nothin' less

Age seventeen I was spittin' more
Chip diddy chip
When I kicked off I did it more
And one label said I ain't marketable
And now look who runs the market, me
I got the hot verse
Everybody wants mine
Tryna be on everybody's song
Fuck that
Tryna cut back
See who's darin'
Sharin' ain't always carin'
I got the haters nostriles flarin'
Smelling success
Got em' way stressed
Got em' way vex
Thinkin' after laugh
You wanna come test
You can suck yourself
No latex
I ain't tryna sleep for life (nope)
Tryna bring my dreams to life (yep)
Feelin' like I'm born to fly
Don't ask me why
Yeaah, yeaah
C's up

I wanna be a superstar
Yeaah
That's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags, the cheques, the cash
But I don't want the stress
Yes
I wanna be a superstar
To be the best of the best, I'mma work 'till I'm dead
Wanna be a superstar
Nothin' more nothin' less

And I was too fast learning to rhyme
Now talent got me caught up
Livin' to lifes (no lie)
Chart topper
Everybody knows my name
But the hood doesn't ever change
Its worse when your paid
And I'm stil the same
(I ain't changed)
In ma own zone
From youth club to a life
My life showed
Street dreams of a teen from the high road
The pap lights blind my eyes
Bro show

I wanna be a superstar
Yeaah
That's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags, the cheques, the cash
But I don't want the stress, yes
I wanna be a superstar
To be the best of the best, I'mma work 'till I'm dead
Wanna be a superstar
Nothin' more nothin', less

I wanna be a superstar
Yeaah
That's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags, the cheques, the cash
But I don't want the stress
I wanna be a superstar
To be the best of the best, I'mma work 'till I'm dead
Wanna be a superstar
Nothin' more nothin', less

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