Letra de ' Blakk Rokkstar ' de Ken Carson

[Part I]

Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh

What the fuck?
That's some 808s, yeah, better duck
Step-back fadeaway, I'm shootin' shit up
City to city, state to state, yeah, I'm bootin' shit up
What the fuck? I'm not surprised
Boy, that 'fit ain't nothin', who told you lies?
I'm outside with a freak mask, oh, this my disguise
Heard you got caught lackin', damn, that's sad, you gotta move wise
I'm tatted up tribal, mama, do you see me?
I made them hoes flock before I copped the Lamborghini
You reach for this chain, now my gang screamin' free me
Bitch, this not Vivienne Westwood, ho, these real VVS
I can show you how to pop it, huh, huh, she like: Teach me
I don't need no jewelry, eyes weary
Shawty got that water, think she from Missouri
Cocaine, Pelle Pelle jacket, Evisus to match it
Racks pokin' out my fuckin' pockets, so she know I'm havin'
Sweeped her off her feet, yeah, she Jasmine, yeah, and I'm Aladdin
Yeah, big boots on her, steppin' on your neck, this not for fashion, yeah
Chrome Hearts on, crosses up, but my life upside down
You say I can't come to what? They know I'm good out the town
You ain't got no hood, you ain't got no block
You ain't got no gang, these niggas be cops
I'll put that stick right to your face and watch your piss run down your socks
Pick a number, add a double-0, these niggas be makin' up blocks
It's only double-O, these niggas know I'm a Black rockstar

I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black rockstar
I'm a Black—

[Part II]

(Wake up—)
Ha, ha

Call that bitch (ha), she'll kill somethin' (ha)
Novocaine (ha), I don't feel nothin' (ha)
Get out your feelings (ha), get in your bag (ha)
I dropped the ceilings (ha), I made 'em mad (ha)
Popped a Tesla (ha), takin' off on they ass (ha)
You'd think I had propellers (ha), 'cause I'm so fly (ha)
I'm the pilot (ha), I got my wings now (ha)
Porsche GT3RS (ha), got the wing out (ha)
All that brat shit (ha), what you singing 'bout? (Ha)
You don't need no diamond tester (ha), my diamonds blingin' out (ha)
Pointers in the chain (ha), look like polka dots (ha)
Bruh got a casino (ha), I got a poker thot (ha)
She like DMT (ha), she like acid (ha)
Sendin' me flicks, I'm 'bout to send her through the mattress (ha, ha)
Fuck them pics, I'm tryna pull up and do ya (ha, ha)
Got chemistry, you woulda thought that I knew her (ha, ha)
Water faucet (ha), she don't gotta lube up (ha)
Rough around sober (ha), I don't need a pill (ha)
I don't need no honey (ha), oh, you want some money (ha)
I'm a young nigga (ha), but I'm not a dummy (ha)
Old ho tryna take advantage (ha, ha)
New ho remedial (ha), she don't understand it (ha)
I know what I want (ha), I'm demandin' (ha)
You don't know what to do (ha), when it go left, you gon' panic (ha)
Ain't nothin' for certain (ha), I can't take nothin' for granted (ha)
Bankroll too big (ha), can't rubber-band it (ha)
Flew her overseas (ha), she tanning (ha)
Fuck your aesthetic (ha), niggas need rebranding (ha)
Everything—