American raised, Canadian born My name is Daystar Peterston One day I'mma be the biggest artist in the whole world As for right now though, the year is 2008 I'm 16 years old, this is where my story begins Daystar, Daystar I know you hear me calling you Daystar, open this door You know what, I'm done, I'm done I'm so sick of your disrespect, I don't know what the fuck to do I'm tired, you don't cook, you don't clean You don't do shit All I ever asked you to do was go get a job You won't even go get a job But you wanna find yourself in the street hustling Thinking that shit gonna pay off, it ain't gon' pay off It does not last, you gonna find yourself dead Real, oh okay, so you mean to tell me That you think that street life gon' pay off for you? Boy please, I'm just waiting to get the phone call for them to tell me to come down and identify your body. It ain't gon' last. And this music stuff. Nigga go get a job. That's what you need. You need a job, I'm done. I'm sorry you lost your mom, but I can't take this shit no more. I want you to get your shit and get the fuck out. I'm done with your ass. Get your shit, get the fuck out. I'm done, get the fuck out It's the year 2008, I'm getting kicked up out the crib Instead of contemplating where the fuck I'm bouta live Mama died the same year my sister had the kid It was either feed the fam or get killed So a nigga said fuck it, 5 of us puttin' up for one room Landlord straight buggin' Roaches on the ceiling, living room straight thuggin' Should've been left but the trap stayed bunkin' Nigga yeah yeah Big time, big time Ring so swole you would think it did time Swear I told you niggas for the 5th time I'mma get mine, yeah I got a ring so big, call the shit big time She don't wanna fuck me, man that bitch lyin' I've been on the get a billion dollar, rich grind In the studio, I'm skating like a inline Sorry I went Kristi Yamaguchi with the dough Teachers called me stupid, now I'm stupid with the flow Stupid with the whip game, stupid bankroll Stupid ass nigga, getting stupid paid shows I've been on the road Now a nigga know my way around, yeah yeah Big time, cuban chain weigh me down, yeah yeah Flying private, I can turn the plane around, yeah yeah These niggas pissy that we stayed around, yeah yeah Hop in another one nigga Get back in another one nigga Dip back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Came back in another one nigga, woah I told, I told you all I know how I'mma get mine I told, I told you all I know, I know Hop in another one nigga Then hop out another one nigga Dip back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Then back in another one nigga, woah My wrist is froze like Kristi Yamaguchi Skating on them, Kristi Yamaguchi We watch a nigga talkin' at us loosely Skating on them, Kristi Yamaguchi You love the sound, uh, don't fuck around, uh 458, I dropped it in the winter Big homie asked a nigga what I'm down for Looked him in the eye and said to do it 'til I'm bigger than you I'm wop his ass on him Kicked out the house in Brampton had a nigga trappin' out in Danforth Take the TTC to get the figures, just me my lil nigga Ain't had no hittas wit us Was with the thugs, dealers, plugs, killers and slugs All my niggas was plugs, all my bitches was dubs Left me out when I was tryna make it deal what it does Can't forget about a drop when they put 6 in my plug Only thing I gotta do is get my Mom out the mud Only thing I gotta do is get it poppin' and blowin' Only thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda Niggas thought it was over, but bitch I live by the slogan I told you Hop in another one nigga Get back in another one nigga Dip back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Came back in another one nigga, woah I told, I told you all I know how I'mma get mine I told, I told you all I know, I know It's a 7-30 chance I won't fuck with you niggas It's a 7-30 chance I might fuck up them digits In the bottom where them niggas they ain't fuck with you nigga Now you're up and they feel like they should be up with you nigga I remember nights when I was starving and hungry and ballin' and bummy And for-sick 'cause my car wasn't running and woah Dawgy all I want is a onion The game was callin' me audibly like someone confronted, but no Niggas never gave a nigga nothing Fuck I look like giving niggas something? Made 100K this week, that's on my dead mama Spend a hundred seventeen and I ain't even know it Dawg I swear my coat is nice and wasn't even snowing Mama told me since a youngin' I would be a soldier Played the watch out on the block you used to see me scopin' Respect the shooters, that's a youngin' goal, we 'bout to blow this Hop in another one nigga Then hop out another one nigga Dip back in another one nigga, woah Hop in another one nigga We back with another one nigga Dip back in another one nigga, woah I told, I told you all I know how I'mma get mine I told, I told you all I know, I know It's the year 2009 and I done found myself a crib I ain't got no dough, but I done found myself a bitch Dollars and success is what my niggas tryna get Young as fuck but fake ID gon' get me in the VIP I done said fuck school, fuck the teachers and the public I rather count this money with the thuggers and the junkies The teachers used to tell me "boy you ain't gon' 'mount to nothing" The only love I felt was from the dealers and the hustlas We gon' do the most, so tell them niggas go boast Seen my nigga RV, and went and copped him a Ghost Through the windshield, the centerfold on the door Ten below on you hoes, getting dough on you foes Getting dough on these fours, getting money and shows These checks are looking silly, I'm getting funny on hoes Funny how I'm stuntin' and somethin' flooded in stone Put them hunnids on hold, put them runners on go Secure the bag I was fucked up, I had nowhere to go I had moved in with my girl, you know she kept it realer than a lot of my niggas She wasn't much but she was mine The guns and the roses