Blastar, The, the, the Dream-Maker !!

[Verse 1]
We livin' it, we had to stop tales
Fuck N***as wanna block real
I just molotov 'em like a cocktail
Got your bitch pictures in a Hotmail
I won't never say that I'm the goat
But the N***a louder than a cowbell
Yung Frenchie tryna innovate it
They just tryna listen what the Hops tell
No news, man I'm elevated
Tried to fuck with my clique, shit has escalated quickly
Out of your league, N***a ain't no rating
Got it soporific, I just Gatorade it
Going straight to the goal, man I penetrate the penalty area, and that's in this, Milla
Got to the throne that I came to take, the pedal be a re-up, man that's finished, chill out

[Hook]
Yeah..
Chill out
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(IXI!)

[Bridge]
Y'all ready gotta chill out for real, yeah man? Know you love that Fuckin' drop but before that I gotta tell something. Listen
[Verse 2]
To all them hoes that wanna gold dig or that gold dick, you can fall in line
Cause I'm too busy winning, all them N***as tryna catch up better come in time, yeah
I ain't paying no attention really
I just prep my presidential rally
I would tell my secrets but it's all in tricks
So I think I'm ready for them politics, right?
Huh? You wanna think that I'm a fake N***a?
You pointing guns at the man, tryna shoot, but I'll have you with the same trigger, copy?
Shut the fuck up when the Prince is speaking
Time is money, you can hear the clock is ticking
Workin' all day all night all errthing, man you just work in week-ends
You got every song, you ain't picking, you're a follower, you love me, you be clicking, digging, licking
No disrespects to the real supporters, I'm the Realla
Stop pretending N***a, chill out

[Hook]
Yeah...
Chill out
Yeah...
Chill out