Uploaded December 2019 | Updated September 2026, 3 weeks ago

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[TOMMY ICE]
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[LYRICS]

[Pre-Chorus]
Looking for heaven, I'm seeing stars
I hop off a flight in a foreign car
They slept on me, now they say I'm a star
Yeah, I'm a star
I plot all my shit in advance
Fuck all that shit, I don't need an advance
When I get a bag Imma share with my mans
Imma go hard for all of my fam
I ain't really make it but I got some bands
I keep me a g like I don't really need it
I fuck with my shawty she know she conceited, yeah

[Chorus x2]
I wake up and look at the man in the mirror
Just to remind myself I'm blessed
Nobody would talk to me, no one 'round for years
So I used the mic to get shit off of my chest
And you never struggled with me, hustled with me
So I look at you crazy when you said I ran up my bands
Ain't nobody help, so when I cop a crib Imma stay by myself

[Verse 1]
Yeah I shoot for my dawg, I'll die for my fam
I'm finally rich so I don't do demands
I cop a 3.5 then float with the bong
Roll up in the woods, so I stay off the Xan
I was down to my dick, ain't have nothing at all
And now they pull up on me, say I'm the man
But fuck all the fake love and fake drugs
I dub all that shit and I ran up my bands

[Bridge]
Calling me crying they saying you needed me
I popped me a bean but threw up, it was eating me
I don't need a bitch, cause my money not mean to me
Look in her eyes, the fuck does she see in me
I'm young and I'm dumb, but I'm not really reckless
I want an advance just to cop me a necklace
You keep eating pills you gon' meet with the medic

[Verse 2]
Was going too fast I was speeding
I went from the Porsche to the deep end
I just spent a rack at the Neiman's
It's crazy these niggas was hatin' on me
Now I catch a flight and they waiting on me
My circle too small for no hatin' homies

[Chorus x2]
I wake up and look at the man in the mirror
Just to remind myself I'm blessed
Nobody would talk to me, no one 'round for years
So I used the mic to get shit off of my chest
And you never struggle with me, hustle with me
So I look at you crazy when you said I ran up my bands
Ain't nobody help, so when I cop a crib Imma stay by myself

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