Guapdad 4000 — Rolex Rockstar

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(These niggas don’t want you to be great)
(These niggas don’t want you to be great, bro)
(It’s okay, it’s okay)
YeahTo a house from a room, I’m high like the moon
I guess I’m a dog, these bitches be fleas
Niggas be weak, these haters be sneak
Don’t like me, it’s likely you just fell asleep (Yeah)
Took off the hood and cut off the sleeves
No jacket, I’m whippin’ the hills in the Jeep (Uh-huh)
Big flex, no creatine, seein’ things
Vivid dreams, red beams, and Hennessy (Hell, yeah)
Jealousy and envy be behind what these fake niggas be tellin’ me
Yeah, they can smell the P
You ain’t fuckin’ with no average nigga, I got hella G’s
This ain’t no fettuccine, I’m at Jon & Vinny’s, you a normal noodle, nigga (Bitch)
Niggas got hella feelings, I got no time for a hormonal nigga

I just been runnin’ with wig-splitters
Camera swipers, intelligent lick hitters
I need that wrist glitter like Mariah Carey
Wanna sing when the light hit (Yeah)
I put on chinchilla, I’m a roll in the front like a big wheeler (Hey)
I’m the bustdown rubber band villain, big stealin’, Big Finnam, yeah

These niggas don’t want me to be great
It’s okay, it’s okay (Nah, nah, it’s cool, dawg, it’s cool)
These bitches don’t want me to be great (Don’t even trip, nigga, ayy)
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay (I got you, it’s okay, nigga, you good)
These niggas don’t want me to be great (Yeah, ayy)
It’s okay, it’s okay (It’s cool, it’s cool, nigga)
These bitches don’t want me to be great (It’s cool)
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay (Ayy, don’t even trip, ayy, don’t even trip, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)Ayy, don’t even trip, I ain’t ever gon’ slip
Keep talkin’ that shit, punch you in your lip
I got all blue strips, think I’m bangin’ Crip
But throw it up in the air and then we go to the crib
Smokin’ on weed, stumble out of the VIP (Ayy)
I be on boss shit, you ain’t even ’bout shit
You see these VV’s and CDs, DVDs and VHS
You can take these nuts to your fuckin’ mouth
Jumpin’ around on this fuckin’ couch (Yeah)
I got these diamonds through tears
Count every second, I been here for years
Gettin’ money, I’ll be here for eons
Motherfucker, you know what I be on
Take it to infinity and beyond
Back in the day, I was broke
But we ain’t worried ’bout that any more, ho

Ayy, they don’t want me to be great
These niggas gon’ hate
These bitches so fake
Still fuck ’em anyway (Ayy)
Then I throw the bitch away (Ayy)
Tell ’em get up out my way (Ayy)
I been doin’ with the cake (Yeah, ayy)These niggas don’t want me to be great
«Guap, ayy, Guap, tell these niggas» (It’s okay, it’s okay)
These niggas don’t⁠—
Man, get out the booth, nigga
(It’s okay) Now listen, bro
(It’s okay, it’s okay) You did your thing, you spazzed
Why you spazzin’?

These niggas don’t want me to be great (Shit)
It’s okay, it’s okay
These bitches don’t want me to be great (Shit)
It’s okay (Ahh), it’s okay, it’s okay
These niggas don’t want me to be great
It’s okay, it’s okay
These bitches don’t want me to be great
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay

Yeah, I pray for that⁠— I pray for your star
That your star was gonna shine brighter
The star that God gave you will shine brighter
So work hard for it, ‘kay?