Blakk Rokkstar Lyrics – Ken Carson

Read the full Blakk Rokkstar lyrics by Ken Carson along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ken Carson’s music, you can also explore LiveLeak and Diamonds, two other songs by Ken Carson.

[Part I]

[Intro]
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh

[Verse]
What the fu*k?
That’s some 808s, yeah, better duck
Step-back fadeaway, I’m shooting s*it up
City to city, state to state, yeah, I’m booting s*it up

What the fu*k? I’m not surprised
Boy, that ‘fit ain’t nothing, who told you lies?
I’m outside with a freak mask, oh, this my disguise
Heard you got caught lacking, damn, that’s sad, you gotta move wise
I’m tatted up tribal, mama, do you see me?
I made them hoes flock before I copped the Lamborghini
You reach for this chain, now my gang screaming free me
B!tch, this not Vivienne Westwood, ho, these real VVs
I can show you how to pop it, huh, huh, she like, “Teach me”
I don’t need no jewelry, eyes weary
Shawty got that water, think she from Missouri
Coc*ine, Pelle Pelle jacket, Evisus to match it
Racks poking out my fu*king pockets, so she know I’m having
Sweeped her off her feet, yeah, she Jasmine, yeah and I’m Aladdin
Yeah, big boots on her, stepping on your neck, this not for fashion, yeah
Chrome Hearts on, crosses up, but my life upside down
You say I can’t come to what? They know I’m good out the town
You ain’t got no hood, you ain’t got no block
You ain’t got no gang, these n!ggas be cops
I’ll put that stick right to your face and watch your piss run down your socks
Pick a number, add a double-0, these n!ggas be making up blocks
It’s only double-O, these n!ggas know I’m a Black rockstar

[Chorus]
I’m a Black rockstar

I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black rockstar
I’m a Black—

[Part II]

[Intro]
(Wake up—)
Ha, ha

[Verse]
Call that b!tch (Ha), she’ll kill something (Ha)
Novocaine (Ha), I don’t feel nothing (Ha)
Get out your feelings (Ha), get in your bag (Ha)
I dropped the ceilings (Ha), I made ’em mad (Ha)
Popped a Tesla (Ha), taking off on they ass (Ha)
You’d think I had propellers (Ha), ’cause I’m so fly (Ha)
I’m the pilot (Ha), I got my wings now (Ha)
Porsche GT3RS (Ha), got the wing out (Ha)
All that brat s*it (Ha), what you singing ’bout? (Ha)
You don’t need no diamond tester (Ha), my diamonds blinging out (Ha)
Pointers in the chain (Ha), look like polka dots (Ha)
Bruh got a casino (Ha), I got a poker thot (Ha)
She like DMT (Ha), she like acid (Ha)
Sending me flicks, I’m ’bout to send her through the mattress (Ha, ha)
Fu*k them pics, I’m tryna pull up and do ya (Ha, ha)
Got chemistry, you woulda thought that I knew her (Ha, ha)
Water faucet (Ha), she don’t gotta lube up (Ha)
Rough around sober (Ha), I don’t need a pill (Ha)
I don’t need no honey (Ha), oh, you want some money (Ha)
I’m a young n!gga (Ha), but I’m not a dummy (Ha)
Old ho tryna take advantage (Ha, ha)
New ho remedial (Ha), she don’t understand it (Ha)
I know what I want (Ha), I’m demanding (Ha)
You don’t know what to do (Ha), when it go left, you gon’ panic (Ha)
Ain’t nothing for certain (Ha), I can’t take nothing for granted (Ha)
Bankroll too big (Ha), can’t rubber-band it (Ha)
Flew her overseas (Ha), she tanning (Ha)
Fu*k your aesthetic (Ha), n!ggas need rebranding (Ha)
Everything—