Superstar

(I wanna be a superstar) You ever wanted something so bad You'd sacrifice your whole life for it? (I wanna be a superstar) Take a walk in my crib C's up (here we, here we go) (I wanna be a superstar) Yeah, that's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress, yes (I wanna be a superstar) To be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less Yeah, ah, dress to impress without trying look I got CDs who's buying? (It's in the back) At 15, I wasn't paid in full, but I know I had Pradas in school, (I was flashing) Yeah, ah, uniform with the fly jacket Rack sack to match it, swagger I had it Young and easy in front of the camera Making all the pretty girls go mad See the yearbook said, "I was most likely to be famous" Points proved now I can't live my life nameless So I hit the studs, started cutting tunes Minimal facilities in Ironik's room But we made do, still came through Haters still talking shit, so fuck you (yeah) Good Lord knows when I started writing bars Never ever thought I'd hit the charts Yeah, yeah, C's up (I wanna be a superstar) Yeah, that's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress, yes (I wanna be a superstar) To be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less, yeah Age 17, I was spittin raw Chip Diddy Chip Went and kicked off a rhythm war And one label said I just ain't marketable And now look who runs the market fool, me I got the hot verse everybody wants (brain) Tryna be on everybody's so mother fuck that (fuck) Tryna cut back, but so see who's daring Sharing ain't always caring I got the haters nostrils flaring, smelling success Got 'em way stressed (stressed), got 'em way vexed Thinking I fell off, you wanna come test? You can go fuck yourself, no latex I ain't tryna sleep for life (no), I'm tryna bring my dream to life (yeah) Feeling like I'm born to fly, don't ask me why Yeah, yeah, C's up (I wanna be a superstar) Yeah, that's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress, yes (I wanna be a superstar) To be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less And I was too fast learning to rhyme Now talent got me caught up living two lives (no lie) Chart topper, everybody know my name But the hood doesn't ever change It's worse when you paid, and I'm still the same (I ain't changing) In my own zone, from the youth club to a live band, live show (slow down) Street dreams of a teen from the high roll The pap' lights blind my eyes, bro, show (here we go) (I wanna be a superstar) That's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress, yes (I wanna be a superstar) To be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less (I wanna be a superstar) That's the money, the fame, the paps, the mags The cheques, the cash, but I don't want the stress (I wanna be a superstar) See to be the best of the best, I'ma work 'til I'm dead Wanna be a superstar, nothing more nothing less