A Star Is Born (feat. Omari and Riky Rick)

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Your son is a star baby
Look at how far he made it
In the North with the gods baby
You know he go hard daily
I pray to Jesus
I get enough cheese
To buy you a crib overseas
Be happy for me daddy please

Your son is a star baby
In the North with the gods baby
I pray to Jesus
Buy you a crib overseas

Aye pops I went to Price City as a kid, and with bad hair
My head wasn't empty but there was too much bad there
Stubborn and ignorant
I was fucking convinced I was starting to hate you
More than I thought I hated you last
And now I wanna put some Italian food on your dinner plate
If it don't match the house, it ain't no thing, we can renovate
It's funny, the other day my uncle told me
I remind him of a younger you in a day
I know I never said it pops but you the man though
You taught your nut how to let his nuts hang low
Never became a doctor but I hear my fans though
That means I did what you wanted just in a different angle
We used to never connect, we were on different channels
Now I'm forced to connect with you on different channels
I mean literally different channels
The ones I stand the furthest from are the ones I stand for
I hope you know that
This song is not a throwback
To when you said I'd go bad
When I told you that there was no place for me in no class
You got to see your son amount to something and I'm so glad
I made it past the rappers you don't like, I know you so glad
I made them fall in love with mama when I made that "Four" track
She proud and I know that I talk to her in her dreams
And in that car accident I heard her talk back
I just wanna thank you for being there for me
Your son is a star daddy

Your son is a star baby
Look at how far he made it
In the North with the gods baby
You know he go hard daily
I pray to Jesus
I get enough cheese
To buy you a crib overseas
Be happy for me daddy please

Your son is a star baby
In the North with the gods baby
I pray to Jesus (I pray to Jesus)
(I get enough cheese)
Buy you a crib overseas

Let's do it like this
Eish, my daddy died at Helen Joseph
So I decided I need more cheques
Cause I ain't dying with the roaches
No disrespect to the niggas living below the poverty line
I know, struggling for the dough
Getting mad everytime you see me booked for a show
Cause you know that's 80 for me, nothing below
Eish, I wish I had the heart to put you on nigga
But generosity's not a trade where I'm from nigga
I turned savage, I'm scraping like every cent
A couple years ago baby mama covered the rent
Then she covered the gas to get my car to the studio
Threw in a 100 for cigarettes and a meal to go
I thank her every time, every time
For everything she did for me
I'd give her anything, anytime
But she told me that anything's not anything
Unless I put her on to a wedding ring (Eish!)
Eish, my mama told me I'm a savage
She told me I should be preparing for marriage
But I told her I'm traumatised cause my pops died broke
So fuck it, I ain't tryna live average
I need a Gucci and a fast car
A big crib with a backyard
A couple million in my bank card (Whoo!)
I told her I'mma keep stunting
Cause I remember when she told me that money means nothing

Your son is a star baby
Look at how far he made it
In the North with the gods baby
You know he go hard daily
I pray to Jesus
I get enough cheese
To buy you a crib overseas
Be happy for me daddy please

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