Cypher Clique - Star Wars
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{Verse 1: Relay}
Triple up these earnings is the plan fam
I'm like Arthur Ash winning Grand Slams
Residuals from my brand jam
Marching to our own drum we need a personal band stand
Slave deals got ya'll turning into house niggas
I'm like that runaway who's trynna find that route quicker
Never shackled down, rather travel round
That way I'll always place my feet upon some shallow ground
{Verse 2: James Major}
I'm coming back like an encore
New city, on tour
I get a lot of stairs like I'm living on the top floor
They recognize a star
What we do? Defy the odds
I'm driven to success, you can't park in my garage
My eyes on the bad broads, women wanna get with James
Ride up in the car, sit back and let the system play
Money on the schedule same thing but a different day
Fans showing love, running to me like a giveaway
{Hook: Malik Jamal Montgomery}
Between the money and the fame
And the women, and the entourage
I'm never worried where I'ma fall
Cause I won't fall
And if you counting stars just know that I'm a star
Cause I'm a star
I'm a star
(Talk shit, pop shit, now I'm living it up)
{Verse 3: Relay}
A youngin' steady stuntin' as I dip through the town
I'm whippin' it now, plus searching to get lit with a crowd
On a mission and I'm looking for some chics who are down
Might as well be a Pisces cause I'm fishing around
At the function get it jumping, puff a hit of this loud
Sip of the brown, or Cran-juice mixed with the Crown
DJ's showing mad love, ripping my sounds
All the patrons there giving me pounds
Ain't no tricking or clowns
{Verse 4: Mic Anthony}
4th quarter Robert Horry flow
You niggas suck like gloryholes
Poppin' shit but they don't know my story though
I got the hustle of Russell I got the mental of a mad man
Thirstier than immigrants in badlands
You a waste man, Barkley on Space Jam
The art's in my heart, Chris Brown with the spray can
I like black girls, I don't do the spray tans
And Fuss owes me 900 still, that's a Ray ban
{Hook: Malik Jamal Montgomery}
Between the money and the fame
And the women, and the entourage
I'm never worried where I'ma fall
Cause I won't fall
And if you counting stars just know that I'm a star
Cause I'm a star
I'm a star
(Talk shit, pop shit, now I'm living it up)
{Verse 1: Relay}
Triple up these earnings is the plan fam
I'm like Arthur Ash winning Grand Slams
Residuals from my brand jam
Marching to our own drum we need a personal band stand
Slave deals got ya'll turning into house niggas
I'm like that runaway who's trynna find that route quicker
Never shackled down, rather travel round
That way I'll always place my feet upon some shallow ground
{Verse 2: James Major}
I'm coming back like an encore
New city, on tour
I get a lot of stairs like I'm living on the top floor
They recognize a star
What we do? Defy the odds
I'm driven to success, you can't park in my garage
My eyes on the bad broads, women wanna get with James
Ride up in the car, sit back and let the system play
Money on the schedule same thing but a different day
Fans showing love, running to me like a giveaway
{Hook: Malik Jamal Montgomery}
Between the money and the fame
And the women, and the entourage
I'm never worried where I'ma fall
Cause I won't fall
And if you counting stars just know that I'm a star
Cause I'm a star
I'm a star
(Talk shit, pop shit, now I'm living it up)
{Verse 3: Relay}
A youngin' steady stuntin' as I dip through the town
I'm whippin' it now, plus searching to get lit with a crowd
On a mission and I'm looking for some chics who are down
Might as well be a Pisces cause I'm fishing around
At the function get it jumping, puff a hit of this loud
Sip of the brown, or Cran-juice mixed with the Crown
DJ's showing mad love, ripping my sounds
All the patrons there giving me pounds
Ain't no tricking or clowns
{Verse 4: Mic Anthony}
4th quarter Robert Horry flow
You niggas suck like gloryholes
Poppin' shit but they don't know my story though
I got the hustle of Russell I got the mental of a mad man
Thirstier than immigrants in badlands
You a waste man, Barkley on Space Jam
The art's in my heart, Chris Brown with the spray can
I like black girls, I don't do the spray tans
And Fuss owes me 900 still, that's a Ray ban
{Hook: Malik Jamal Montgomery}
Between the money and the fame
And the women, and the entourage
I'm never worried where I'ma fall
Cause I won't fall
And if you counting stars just know that I'm a star
Cause I'm a star
I'm a star
(Talk shit, pop shit, now I'm living it up)
