Rap star status

Public enemy, Cool mo D, easy E Old school Money. They got me started back then, I was to soft hearted
They set the seed in me though. And, now I got a nasty flow. These rhymes been race’n through my mind for a long time. Subliminal messages that rhyme. Put’n my emotions in a bind.
But that’s not who I am. But damn!
It’s like they were talking to me but I was scared. But I wasn’t scared just unprepared. But now they say the freak, “what a bad ass” Yeah now I’m ready for rap star stat-as
I can spit’n, rym’n and rap’n, Yeah bitch I’m look’n for platinum They flow through my brain with ease and now it’s time to collect the cheese. Get off the streets. Live like a king N get hooked up with the bling
Yeah rap star status. Liven in a palace. Girls back stage. Brown, yellow, black and beige. Fancy cars. All the hot bars. Paparazzi in my face. They be walk’n at my pace. Act’n like it’s a race. Try’n to get my face In focus. They just every where like locus. Kinda callas. But that’s how it rolls when you got rap star status
Can’t touch me. Dude’s hate me wanna punch me. Ladies wanna love me. Try in touch me as I walk by. Got body guards that won’t let that fly. Catch’n me on extra or TMZ. Talk’n shit to paparazzi. On the red carpet with my hoochie on my side. Step’n out of my pimp as rid
With pride
We glide
In stride
Yeah rap star status baby can you feel it. Make’n suckas wanna steel it. Do what U got too to get to the top. Like hip hop these rhymes just don’t stop. Smoke’n weed like Gladys. Late night talk shows wish they had us
Yeah that’s what I’m talk’n about Rap star status. Money, cars, women and, weed. This is my freaky creed . Short, Snoop, Diddy and, JZ…..Cube, pock, the boys and EZ
They were the catalyst but, now it’s a new freak with rap star status