FSG Rell - Rockstar Problems (feat. Richie Wess) Lyrics

King
Ha
Run it up
What's up
Let's get it
If it wasn't for the fame these bitches wouldn't be on me
If I didn't have the name I wouldn't have these homies
I just put a hundred on my wrist I just put ten on my top
I just took my mom off the block
I just threw shots up the block
If it wasn't for the fame, it wasn't for the fame
I wouldn't even have a name, wouldn't even have a name
I just put a hundred on my wrist, I just put ten on my top
I just took my mom off the block, I just threw shots up the block
I done seen a lot of fake fake love
I done seen a lot of hate cause we up
I been running through racks
Spend one get one right back
When we was broke and lost it all, I told my man relax
My life about to change
And people gonna change
But all that hate, it motivate me to go do my thing
N****s don't know my pain
I been through some rain
I see you tryna pass me up but you ain't in my lane
I gotta carry the team
Before it's RIP
I want the real ones to stay real, I swear that's all I need
Been real no switching up
Long as you grind you up
Here's a toast and celebration to no giving up
If it wasn't for the fame these bitches wouldn't be on me
If I didn't have the name I wouldn't have these homies
I just put a hundred on my wrist I just put ten on my top
I just took my mom off the block
I just threw shots up the block
If it wasn't for the fame, it wasn't for the fame
I wouldn't even have a name, wouldn't even have a name
I just put a hundred on my wrist, I just put ten on my top
I just took my mom off the block, I just threw shots up the block
I got my first bag made sure my momma straight
Now I'm in first class we on them private J's
This one for the real one I know we all relate
No time for the fake ones, you know they love to hate
Young n***a I was up on the block
Pockets touching had to get to the guap
Draco clean em up like a mop
Fish tail when we leaving the lot
Fish scale all up in the spot
Shhh shh
Ship sailed gotta wait for the drop
Woo woo
Right wrist scrape it out of the bowl
White bitch like a xan and Nicole
Packs in then we letting em load
Touchdown just came with a load
Lately I been on my own
These n****s'll bubble off you
Turn around then double cross you
I sped off in my lane and lost you
We hitting jugs often
You know I hit a stain coffin
Jumped in the game balling
Now I got ya main calling
Hello
I jumped in the game balling
I got ya main calling
If it wasn't for the fame these bitches wouldn't be on me
If I didn't have the name I wouldn't have these homies
I just put a hundred on my wrist I just put ten on my top
I just took my mom off the block
I just threw shots up the block
If it wasn't for the fame, it wasn't for the fame
I wouldn't even have a name, wouldn't even have a name
I just put a hundred on my wrist, I just put ten on my top
I just took my mom off the block, I just threw shots up the block