Baby girl, have faith in a nigga without a job And let a nigga stay at your place Play it for your friends when I drop a mixtape Both of us will win if I get a big break Broke nigga dick, baby, had a long day Tryna get rich, buy you Dolce And Gabbana, baby, just be honest Don't be tryna play me, I'm an artist, baby, I'm an artist Baby, I'm an artist (and I'm sensitive about my shit) I been tryna make it on my grind, I'm takin' what is mine I'm racin' with the time I been tryna make it at my hardest, makin' it a promise Chasin' with my heart in it I just gotta make it to the stars, a spaceship or a rocket Paintin', I'm an artist I'm just tryna make it as an artist (and I'm sensitive about my shit) I just gotta make it Heavy road to home ahead and no one's here Just alone and cold and scared But I don't even feel a thing no more I set my goals and I'm prepared (look-look-look-look-look, uh) But will you be there? (Look, uh) Everybody wanna come and hang with the stars Pinky ring, chain, bling-bling and the cars A hundred miles an hour on the way to Lee-R You don't even believe in Jesus, wearin' Christian Dior You crazy on a Twitter, who we need for PR? You out of control, P-O-W-E-R Went to the head and now you doin' bodily harm On the meds and nobody wan' say it Because they scared to lose a gig But yeah, yeah, you wanna be JID, kid I used to wanna be Jay, I used to wanna be Wayne I used to wanna be Kanye and Andre 3K And all my homegirls wanted to be Beyoncé Can you pay my telephone bills? (Woah, shit, woah, shit) I was just lookin' for a deal Workin' so hard, had to sharpen my skills Work with my dawgs, still sharpen my steel Was still in apartments, stealin' and starvin' Fast-forward, I'm in a buildin' with stars And I got in Yachty car, he got stars in the ceilin' Pause for a minute (wait) Gotta know the difference in the stars and the gimmicks Are you really in it for the arts or the image? Do you really live it in your heart and spirit? It's part of all you are and all you isn't