I'm Not A Star - Rick Ross

Chea!

I’m not a star, somebody lied

I got a pistol in the car, a .45

If I’d die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louie, I’m talkin' all brown linen

Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty

Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city

Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts

Told on my partner and help them crackers give him 30

I told him I got it, therefore I gotta do ya dirty

Back on my biz, been in this bitch since 8:30

Scoop me a dime, now makin off at 10:30

Goin' on 12, go home and tell that man a lie

I got a bake sale, bitch its 30' for the pie

It’s 9 for the slice, dummy that’s a Dan Marino

Talkin' quarterbacks meanin talkin' quarter kilos

Niggas feel my pain, I ain’t even gotta say it

Where I come from, if you open it you payin'

How I can save when all my niggas in the can?

Am I my brothers keeper?

Motherfucker take my hand

Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car

Black card but a nigga spendin' c-notes at the bar

I’m not a star

I’m not a star

I’m not a star

I’m not a star

All black Lamborghini, smokin' on the sticky

Got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he Ricky

Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car

Black card but a nigga spendin' c-notes at the bar

I’m not a star

I’m not a star

I’m not a star

I’m not a star

I’m not a star, somebody lied

I spent a milly on the car, it come alive

Never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like a Gremlin

It’s a multi-million dollar motherfucker in it

And I’m quick to blow a milli in a minute

I know them people wanna stick me with the sentence

I’m a player catchin' bitches like I’m TO

Trunk full of work, yeah this nigga think he Nino

Three dice yeah, grab a nigga for a kilo

Pinky ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low

Diddy negotiates and the paperwork to Theo

My niggas never sing, if I need 'em I go to Ne-Yo

Fuck a famous bitch then I treat her just like a ski-oh

Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of deo

Monday for ménages and Tuesday I get a trio

And the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a PO

Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car

Black card but a nigga spendin' c-notes at the bar

I’m not a star

I’m not a star

I’m not a star

I’m not a star