The star-eating being.

When you look up
And see that..
I'm starring down at you
And i come out to see if
You'd telllll
The truuuth

But that's not yo style
Im a indigo
You a liar child
I can't trust these hoes
They might set me up
For the TV set
Or my Penny Loafers
Guess i wouldn't know
When this tape come out
Yeah, im finna blow
Catch me walkin' out
Of the GUCCI stoe
With my baby girl
And a white fur coat
And a new tote bag
For the BLICK of course
Yall be riding d*ck
Like yall on a horse
And yall don't know shit
Yall all need support
I'm a businessman
With a business plan
I'm on top of shit
Like a ceiling fan
And im bottomless
Mostly for these bans
I could write yo shit
For the 50 man
Yall hoes all my son
And i'm 50 cent
Yall wish dеath on me
THAT'S FROM MANY MEN
Angels watching me
Causе im heaven sent
Different sides of me
Could be devilish
But i wouldn't know
That's the life i chose
I just get this bread
And i fuck these hoes
I be drilling her
Like a god damn drill
She on top of me
She the king of the hill
She'll get close to me
But she won't touch these mills
I'll teach her how to flip
I'll teach her how to kill