fame Was it all a strange game? You're a little insane The money, the fame, and the public acclaim Don't forget who you are, you're a rock and roll star
Ice on a Syndicate Rhyme spree You say you wanna be down, you gotta talk to me You wanna get in? Put a sucker's head out Sound a little hot for you,
you'll be seeing Stars and Stripes n-gga, you understand that n-gga, say I'm lying, think its a game if you want to partna Ay Ross I see you my n-gga,
? Well, it's all a vicious game, you're a little insane What you get is the public acclaim Don't forget who you are, you're a rock 'n roll star Na, na
knowledge, let me give you the math I rock a seven and a half for my seven and a half I be with Moses and Kane and Abel, puttin' in work I slap a nun
serving that rock n roll, rock n roll, rock n roll Posted on the corner with that rock n roll, r-r-rock n roll Hey, little mama, have you ever took a
with the same coke You can catch us cruisin' all on a ship Fully equipped, on a Star Tac, callin' a bitch How much you get, when that Absolute and Hennesey
king Alright, never let ya down Of rock In the end it's just a rock song I'm the king Alright, alright, alright Of rock In the end it's just a rock
a star And you can be too if you know who you are Like a Brougham on the corner, big boy in a car Be the Kid in Kid Rock, with the baw, with the baw Be
pitch I'mma ex-poppin' shroom droppin' rock and roll star You's a no coppin' ho stalkin' drunk and a old fart it's a shame Think you quick but you heard
Walt told me if you wanna bonafide banga you gotta start with a hard ass kick and a snare (yea) Add some dope ass music around and a hard MC and you got
And you think with all the fame and fortune shit outta be fine But what happens when, the divorce papers just gotta be signed And you lose half and your children, 'cuz you gotta be N
minutes, You want an ounce? gimme your number and then hit me I got them raw, bricks bigger than you ever saw, I even got flip a dime for them rock stars
report, MVP of the sport You need to be taught, come on Snort whatever you snort, we comin' up court You know we never comin' up short So fuck what you
than ever A bassline is added for some soul Now the guitar will make ya rock 'n' roll My mic is like a gun, I go nowhere without it You gotta better
You see all the crowns, you know that we kings, you notice the rings Everywhere we go, we roll with the team, yeah And you know that we lasers, so you
music, want to see you getting so high 'Cos I'm a back street rocker and I will be till the day I die Nobody I know will ever take my rock'n'roll away
, another dollar, do ya know what I'm sayin?" I work construction during the day to pay my bills. But I'm gonna be a rock n roll star. For now it's coffee