Back to Top

The Star - I Got a Star Complex (feat. Charlamagne the God) Lyrics



The Star - I Got a Star Complex (feat. Charlamagne the God) Lyrics




From Charleston to Greenville Moncks Corner to the Metro we got the whole state covered
If you visiting South Carolina the number eight most dangerous state in the country
And you don't have SDM as your tour guide you probably gone get robbed or maybe shot
The hood giving out bullets as souvenirs Pow take that back with you
What you want a stupid dope flesh wound a stupid dope bullet hole a stupid dope buck fifty across the face
Now you got a stupid dope scar now you got a stupid dope memory to remember us by
Nah nah nah we not violent well at least I'm not I can't speak for my partner them
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Trap green light on these homo's man

I am a King you can go on fix my crown From the South to the North to the East Star been around
When my feet touch the stage its finna go down
You can count me up but cant count me out now how does that sound
I got a Star complex and it ain't complicated just know they hate it
They frustrated and I'm situated anticipated finna lituate it
Complex what a concept putting shit right into context
Now time nigga f*ck a next and middle finger to my f*cking ex

Return and I'm back like it don't work.
If ya girl such a queen tell her don't flirt
Popped up on the scene wit my team we addicted to cream like we all got on Wu shirt's
I'm from the Ville like Jermaine
Greenville not Fayettenam
This voice gone lead a nation like Farrakhan
And like a O-Dogg Tee I'm bearing arms
And that will not change
You can be pissed ima carry on get stuffed in a trunk no carry on
Got some killers in the street barbarian

Put some respect on my name my man had the birds and cash money he was so young
Sold pills like a doctor Andre Young
Surgery the way I'm kushing up my lungs

I am a King you can go on fix my crown From the South to the North to the East Star been around
When my feet touch the stage its finna go down
You can count me up but cant count me out now how does that sound
I got a Star complex and it ain't complicated just know they hate it
They frustrated and I'm situated anticipated finna lituate it
Complex what a concept putting shit right into context
Now time nigga f*ck a next and middle finger to my f*cking ex
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.


We currently do not have these lyrics. If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.




From Charleston to Greenville Moncks Corner to the Metro we got the whole state covered
If you visiting South Carolina the number eight most dangerous state in the country
And you don't have SDM as your tour guide you probably gone get robbed or maybe shot
The hood giving out bullets as souvenirs Pow take that back with you
What you want a stupid dope flesh wound a stupid dope bullet hole a stupid dope buck fifty across the face
Now you got a stupid dope scar now you got a stupid dope memory to remember us by
Nah nah nah we not violent well at least I'm not I can't speak for my partner them
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha Trap green light on these homo's man

I am a King you can go on fix my crown From the South to the North to the East Star been around
When my feet touch the stage its finna go down
You can count me up but cant count me out now how does that sound
I got a Star complex and it ain't complicated just know they hate it
They frustrated and I'm situated anticipated finna lituate it
Complex what a concept putting shit right into context
Now time nigga f*ck a next and middle finger to my f*cking ex

Return and I'm back like it don't work.
If ya girl such a queen tell her don't flirt
Popped up on the scene wit my team we addicted to cream like we all got on Wu shirt's
I'm from the Ville like Jermaine
Greenville not Fayettenam
This voice gone lead a nation like Farrakhan
And like a O-Dogg Tee I'm bearing arms
And that will not change
You can be pissed ima carry on get stuffed in a trunk no carry on
Got some killers in the street barbarian

Put some respect on my name my man had the birds and cash money he was so young
Sold pills like a doctor Andre Young
Surgery the way I'm kushing up my lungs

I am a King you can go on fix my crown From the South to the North to the East Star been around
When my feet touch the stage its finna go down
You can count me up but cant count me out now how does that sound
I got a Star complex and it ain't complicated just know they hate it
They frustrated and I'm situated anticipated finna lituate it
Complex what a concept putting shit right into context
Now time nigga f*ck a next and middle finger to my f*cking ex
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Lenard McKelvey, Travis Jones
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Back to: The Star



The Star - I Got a Star Complex (feat. Charlamagne the God) Video
(Show video at the top of the page)

Tags:
No tags yet