Something Like Stars

Big Pooh

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    [Big Treal:]
    Yo, y'all know who the fuck it is man
    This your boy Uncle Joc representing the 9-1-9
    Niggas be hitting me on the cell
    Tryna get Big Pooh on tracks and shit
    Bitches see us pull up in the club with big cars
    Want us to buy drinks and shit, fuck that shit man
    Do your own thing cause, bitch, holler!

    [Chorus x2: Big Treal]
    Everywhere we go people ask who we are
    Pull up to the spot in them big fancy cars
    People say them boys looking something like stars
    If you couldn't tell, now you know who we are

    [Rapper Big Pooh:]
    Tattered up, seem broads want to chat it up
    Pat her butt, tell her strut, go on, do your thing
    Cause I rap, want to ask me if I know [? ]
    What you know about that? That's a favouring
    Lil' kids say we rap and we got to bang
    That's fucked up, kids now believe everything
    I don't work so my neighbors probably think I slang
    White folk only know you if you got some fame
    Or they kid's kid's kid's can recite your name
    I'm one to whisper cause I'm Craig T on the plane
    They think I'm struggling cause they never see me with a chain
    That's choice fam, I shouldn't have to explain
    I'm the type to take a car when niggas take trains
    I'm the type to take a boat when niggas take planes
    When you see me next time just expect change
    I'm going back to the range, get your head right

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    [Chorus x2]

    [Rapper Big Pooh:]
    I hear you talk right, but most of y'all, you don't walk like
    I guess you talk like a dog barks 'stead of bite
    Weak niggas want to shoot but they ain't tryna fight
    All dirt get exposed in the right light
    Nowadays I'm hearing people say they write like
    Can do better than this underrated veteran
    I'm thinking niggas just mad I'm ahead of them
    This a marathon homie and I'm settled in
    You big time or you paper-thin
    As long as paper getting fat, I can pass to my next of kin
    I be okay how my story end
    Getting told by historians, they say that Poobie I'll
    Haters underestimated the skill
    People can't get enough, heard they haven't been filled
    And I feel the truth just been sealed
    Only time will reveal what the real niggas feel, uh

    [Chorus x4]

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