Death Of Rockstar (Explicit)

Death Of Rockstar (Explicit) - Cyssero

My city call me the Virus

I'm sick with the flu yea you signed to the

Game but I'm sicker than you

Niggas don't mention me when they mentioning you

Same niggas listen for me when they listen to you

Virus I'm the metaphor of Barbarian

What's a Rockstar bar for bar I'll bury him

I'm blame Game for creating you he gave u a buzz

Than you blew up but now I'm deflating you

I feel I'm greater I ain't hating you

You ain't shared the spot light so now I'm erasing you

I ain't saying that you not hot ni**a

But you putting all the work that made Cyss the top ni**a

Battle everybody and told 'em to drop figures

So all this Rockstar sh*t comes to a stop ni**a

Put that on my block ni**a and wit that said

Bag 'em Cyssero the Virus Rockstar is dead

Man this rap sh*t easy to me

That's why I got the top spot and that's easy to see

Being the hottest ain't easy

But there ain't a soul on the globe

That can make it look as easy as me

See I'm G as can be you a gat flasher

I spit the gat and hit your cap its a rap after

When I clap the black clappa

It sounds like a concer crowd its loud and clap at ya

Yea they call me a arrogant black bastard

Even if you think that you hotter I laugh at ya

Grands on the piece grand on the bezel

Money man making hundred grand plans wit my rebels

Wit my hands on the metal you can call me Lucifer

Cause you don't stand a chance in a dance wit the devil

I'm what the streets made me and wit that said

Bag 'em Cyssero the Virus Rockstar is dead