Left at London
STAAR
[Verse]
Black hair with the crib grown out
Face mask, little gun pulled out
I'm gonna make you a star

Lil one all commodified
Happily oblige, my child
I'm gonna make you a star

[Bridge]
No wonder you grew so old
In that amount of time
You don't know soul
I just know your fate
I love how easy to convince you are
My star

[Outro]
My star