Rap Star

[Intro]
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
Fuck the feds, they on my case
I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these bitches feel a-

[Chorus: French]
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
Fuck the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these bitches feel a way

[Verse 1: Moeski]
Half a milli in the safe
On the block I'm dodgin' raids
Love my bros, I'll hug the case
Fly OT, I'm catchin' planes
Hatin' on me you're a lame
Nigga get in your own lane
Yeah your turn ups, they so lame
Our turn ups, they insane
Got the bitches screaming names
And they love us, ain't no game
Pull up on us, got them thangs
Fifty drum, ain't got to aim
Ay, now I'm flexin' in a Range
Still getting money girl I never ever changed
Ay, free A.R off the range
Boy I'm glizzy'd up, bitch I'm shootin' like I'm Strange

[Verse 2: French]
On my block I'm the guy
Grab the machine, let's go slide
Moeski cruisin' by my side
It's gon' be a homicide
Shorty love the way I'm fly
Catch me OT on my grind
Got these niggas in their feelings
Got these niggas tryna slide

[Chorus: French]
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
Fuck the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these bitches feel a way

On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
Fuck the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these bitches feel a way

[Verse 3: French]
Tryna travel to the States
Tryna pull off in a Wraith
Tryna blow and hit the stage
Them Gucci shoes, my hoodie Bape
The Mali charm will take your bae
Glizzy boppin', streets insane
If you're real then grab a plate
I fuck with real and not with fake
Hug the L you can not take
Half a milli in the safe
I link the plug and got a crate
Lotta shooters in the place

[Chorus: French]
On my block, I'm the face
Want me dead, want me erased
Fuck the feds, they on my case
And I can't slip, it's on my waist
I'm counting guap, I'm counting cake
Couple bands, it's in the safe
Now these rappers feel a way
And all these bitches feel a way