Stars In The Ceiling

Zaytoven

Ridin’ round itchin’ (skrt)
Yea, my palms itchin’ (cash)
Real grown, ain’t fucking with no children (grown man)
I’m not arguing with no bitches, I ain’t in it, nah (bitch)
When I pull up (huh)
Bet I hurt they feelings (see, skrt)
Niggas talking shit, now they miss it (kuh, wush)
Running all these packs through the city (runnin’ wush)
I can’t tell my business cause you snitchin’ (nooo)
When I wake up, stars in my ceilings (hrrr)

Puttin rich niggas’ outta business (talk to ‘em)
Told that fuck nigga’ mind their business (hold on, yea)
50K, momma at the dentist (momma)
Criminal pack my niggas got that sentence (hey)
Think I’m from new york, I got pigeons (brrrrr)
Walkin’ with that torch, I got decisions (flash)
Keys like scott storch, but I like to dish ‘em (here)
Runnin’ the point like I’m fisher, shoot with the missile (fishers)
Don’t come to the trap unannounced, pull up with the whistle (wuh, brrr)
I’m fucking that bitch by the mouth, no you shouldn’t kiss her (hrrr)
They pullin’ up right at yo’ house, you shouldn’t diss ‘em (brrt)
It’s sad to say these niggas controlled by the system (haha)