Idols, Pt. 2

Idols, Pt. 2 - Bam Mastro/Ramengvrl

Lyrics by：Bam Mastro

Composed by：Bam Mastro

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Everybody wanna be a star

These days everybody wanna be a star

Tragedy when they spoke to me

Try to ask me how

I do it but all I speak is na na ni

'Coz I got no sympathy for all of your misery

I just compensate and listen to

Nicki's Itty Bitty Piggy verse like every week

People asked me

Why you never been to Lucy

I said I don't party

I make party music it's my duty

Just like Nicki I need two seats for my booties

I don't need a

Yes yes from you just to prove me

Look up to these people

Now these people want to use me

Workin' so hard I might need some more you C

Learnt it from the stars

Right from the start

All my idols show me very well the things that I desire

Sometimes when they sniffin' coke I wanna do the same thing

And I don't really give a d**n what you might think

They ask me who I listen to

I said you wouldn't

Understand and usually it's true

It's difficult when you

Got people dictatin' you

They don't even know all

The things that I've been through

Sometimes it makes me blue

So I respect and adore all the idols who made it

Pavin' ways for the people who just trynna make it

Presentin' this philosophy

Religion in itself

I guess we just wanna be the best of ourselves

Don't we all

Don't we all

Don't we all don't we all

I said don't we all

Now everybody got their

Own feelings for their own idols

Trynna follow them trynna

Meet them just to take pictures

Me I don't do that

Not because I'm nervous

I'm just trynna make your idols my rivals

Now they blowin' up my phone

Now they want me on their song

Makin' projects from one

Masterpiece to another one

It feels so ****in' good

When they all up in my cookie

But I ain't that easy

Don't you dare call me a bookie

I guess when your name is

Mastro you just have to be a master

Expensive taste of a designer Jil Sander

He told everyone of you

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I said **** y'all haters

I said **** y'all fakers