AKA – Star Signs Lyrics (ft. Stogie T)

Star Signs Lyrics by AKA ft. Stogie T
[Hook/Chorus – AKA]
I’ve been winning for a long time
I think it’s written in my starsign
Sauce, soul fire
Wish you can see it with your own eyes
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool “Splash”
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? “Cash”
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? “Mhen”
We at the top, we at the pinnacle
[Verse 1 – AKA]
Finally made it to the big time
Came a long way from the underground
Tryna figure out
How to keep my feelings inside
While I’m looking out, I don’t f–k around
I been getting so much money n—-s probably think I’m signed to Mabala now
Summer after summer, if you never done it
You gon have to shut your f—-n mouth
I’m a god now
Let the Lamborghini doors down
Check the scoreboard now
All my n—-s wanna know how to score most sound
F–k this material s–t
Don’t give a f–k what your vehicle is
If you can’t move crowds
How many eras?
How many times I invented a whole new style
I remember n—-s used to give up on their dreams to go do house
Now I look around everybody got a 22 carat gold tooth smile
I don’t even want the credit I just wanna be remembered
Even young n—a coming up saying
“Mega you old school now, but how you still so relevant
In an era where n—-s sound so American”
No pride in their own heritage
Whole vibes so negative
Ain’t nobody gonna remember them
Dose of your own medicine
House rent on the outfit, that’s credit
All my n—-s on the couch here made it out here on merit
Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas
Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics
F–k em let’s get it
[Hook/Chorus – AKA]
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool “Splash”
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? “Cash”
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? “Mhen”
We at the top, we at the pinnacle
[Verse 2 – AKA]
All of my n—-s is litty
All of my b—–s is pretty
Golden child of my city
Hundred cows for the wedding
Overseas like Benny
Kicking a-s like Kenny
Cheddar cheese that’s dairy
Bucket seats like jelly
Fan love racked up
Met plugs at the embassy
Don’t s–t where you sleep
Don’t eat with your enemy
Mask on, mask off
I keep looking through your energy
Man up, act tough
Why you n—-s so sensitive…
Slide in the DM with vaseline
All of my n—-s smoke gasoline
I’m busy living my fantasy
I ain’t f—–g with you backpack to the city rap activities
Jam packed itinerary
I ain’t looking back like I’m driving meter cab or a black limousine
Rack city rack rack city b—h
Wack n—-s catch guillotines
Can’t match my ability, is you feeling me?
Yeah we on top of the pyramid
N—-s smoking that cheap s–t
Still sipping on Benylin
All my n—-s rock vetements
Y’all need to finish your weet-bix
Time to re-up on your vitamins
I got two Mandela pieces
That’s what I call born free s–t
Used to beat box now Reebok
Throw me on some Bruce Lee s–t
170 grand t-shirt
That Givenchy s–t
No Dominos pizza
[Hook/Chorus – AKA]
I’ve been winning for a long time
I think it’s written in my starsign
Sauce, soul fire
Wish you can see it with your own eyes
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool “Splash”
Who got the juice, who got the Liquifruit? “Cash”
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? “Mhen”
We at the top, we at the pinnacle
[Verse 3 – Stogie T]
Supa Mega had to promise me
Don’t forget about your honesty
You gon alway run like an allergy
When a n—a ego match his balance sheet
Me and D share a legacy
Of bad grammar and a booking fee
Both grandmas were bad mannered
But they had character you couldn’t tweak
Different clothes see the two piece
Stogie big enough for two me’s
You think it’s ox skin, think I lost it
Written off like I couldn’t free it
How ironic so much Gucci but no material or music
I’m iconic, I on public I say your name you wouldn’t do s–t
Different n—a no comparing
Used to living off your parents
Goofy lyrics on the edit
They took the Mickey I don’t care
My children in Disneyland, Paris
It’s the sauce, it’s the antidote
Got me traveling through carat gold
Steps in Lusaka I’m abroad
Can’t get Mufasa by antelopes “no”
[Hook/Chorus – AKA]
House rent on the outfit, that’s credit
All my n—-s on the couch here made it out here on merit
Section full of guest men and they all got vendettas
Best friends turn to ex-friends who worry about aesthetics
F–k em let’s get it
Kick out the shoes, hop in the swimming pool “Splash”
Who got the juice, who got the liquor fruit? “Cash”
Who got the sauce, who got the minerals? “Mhen”
We at the top, we at the pinnacle

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