(Prod Kirk & 8legs) Lyrics: I’mma shoot for the stars like a rocket,With 100 pounds in each pocket,I got the shit and I’mma talk it,When I want to rap they wanna change topics,I already know,These bitches toxic,They just don’t wanna use logic,I’m about that action put me in a comic,I’m bout that money put it on my profit,I’m bout that life and you not gon stop it, I won’t ever stop itIm too exoticFlow satanic Too fast super sonicI am your phonicsThe devil is callingI got batteries in my pocket tooI’m not stopping it’s coolWhenever I drop into the boothI’m sippin on rocket fuel,Tired of the lies they saidWrite something hype instead,Damn how about you just take my head,Im attacking every track andI am tracking my uprisingYou’re a defect to my grindingI was a reject because I was never trying,,BLAST OFF,I stay gassed up, I’m off the rocket fuel,Naka is a goat, He passing up these mules,I’m breaking physics,I’m breaking all the rules,All of these fools, makin me lose my cool,Im screwing all these bitches like I’m a tool,Im done being soft,Yeah imma be cruel,Don’t steep up to me you gon need a stool,I’ve been waking up every day thinkin it would be great,Then I remember people look at me as a mistake,Now I’m fucking medium rare,I’m raising up the stakes,Rocket fuel,Rocket fuel,This bitch has no breaks,I’m taking no breaks,I’m not gonna be late,To prove that all the hate,Was an effortless weight,You want the smoke Ima cigarette you’re slender like a minaret With Tourette’s lets set our debtsAside till death,Don’t be surprised if I make the cutI turn off the traction,I’m in all black and,I’m not coming back and, I got my fashion,And my passion contraption,caption my action when I see your team I get to subtraction,you’re a fraction of my actions get a reaction, you’ll see what happens,Carry your bodies in wagons,Drop you off at the cabin,Catch me outside like it’s madden,This music is my passion,I started rapping now look what happened,I was lookin at the past and,Now I’m in the present,Looking at all these peasants,That was never present,When I needed them I hope they learned their lesson,Imma put these rhymes to testin,Breakdown:Imma put these rhymes to testin,Yeah my dream is to be destine,I know for sure I’m not guessin,Look at all these fools now they stressin,I’m never restin,Even when the sun is setting,One day you’ll be betting,I’ll be getting,Everything I worked hard for,And I’ll be heading to Hollywood,I’ll be getting that good good,And you wish you could,Boy I wish you would,You wishing upon a shooting star,On a dream that wouldn’t get far,I’ll be on mother fucking mars,And I’ll be blasting off with rocket fuel,This won’t be a race it gon be a duel,Roast you like rotisserie I’m gonna get cruel,Imma be sour like lemon aid Lipton,You salty I’m taking your girl I’m straight pimping,When I’m done she’ll be straight limping,Challenging me,You gotta kiddin,You only got two brain cells,Homer Simpson,Never wasting time,Like it’s never tickin,Rocket fuel in my system,In my body it be mixing,