Hip Hop Star

(Yo, I love your shit man!)

(Halfpipe's the shit bitch!)

(Yes, I love it!)

Yeah, I'm a hip hop star (yeah), I stay on the grind

You think that I fail? (nah), I'm takin my time

I'm on your TV (yeah), I'm on your radio (yeah)

On your call the station kid but get no commercial play though (uh uh)

Love your videos (right), no high rotation

But seen me all day on your much vibe station (oh)

I got young kids tryin to get to know me

Signin autographs, while I'm out gettin groceries

Regular cat, mow my own lawn

Wife get excited when Oprah is on

I never had spinners (nah), not your average thug cat

But got rusted hubcaps that match with my mud flaps

People laughin, expect somethin else

Starin at me funny, like "don't your albums sell? "

Shit I'm gettin by, I'm doin somethin right

I love the life I lead, 'cause there ain't nothin like

Bein a hip hop star

A hip hop star?

Yeah, a hip hop star

Yo, a hip hop star?

Canadian hip hop star

Yeah, it's real simple

Make yourself a rhyme or video and a demo

You're a hip hop star

A hip hop star?

Yeah, a hip hop star

Yo, a hip hop star?

Another hip hop star

It don't mean nothin

I'm puttin in the work, tryin to turn it into somethin

Now I've been rockin for a minute (yep), still ain't got no plan yet

Never flew first class, we stand by on canned jet

Ain't got a gold card and never had an AmEx

I got a student Visa and shit I'm a damn vet

I've spent years stayin here to get my hands wet

This whole game's more disgustin than man sex

Take an underground poll - how many independent records has your town

Sold?

Tell me, have you found gold?

I could of got a record deal if I brown nosed (yep)

Shit, I'd be rich if I's paid for my downloads

Stealin from me, it make me feel sick

But that's the way it goes with the things you deal with

When you a hip hop star

A hip hop star?

Yeah, a hip hop star

Yo, a hip hop star?

Canadian hip hop star

Yeah, it's real simple

Make yourself a rhyme or video and this demo

You're a hip hop star

The shows, the bitches, the gold, the riches

It's not what you think!

The tours, the bling, the whores, the rings

The platinum, the actin

It's not what you think! (It's not what you think...)

I know you gettin mad 'cause I call myself a hip hop star (yep)

You ain't ever heard a hick talk hard (nope)

Or you pissed 'cause I drive a little shit box car

Disappointed, feel like you were ripped off hard

I know this one girl on tour (uh huh), who thought I was well known

(right)

Then she laughed her fuckin head off when she saw my cell phone

Is that what I'm judged on, a bad first impression?

(No, I can't take your picture, I can barely get reception!)

Music industry isn't what you see on TV (nope)

It's clone tryin to be Jay-Z but that ain't easy

You people ain't stupid, so don't fall for it

They make a livin off of garbage, 'cause we support it

You fuckin hip hop stars

Keep your hands up

Let's get this goin

Yeah, now without any doubt if we in the house, say hell yeah

(HELL YEAH!)

Yeah, I'm a hip hop star

A hip hop star?

Yeah, a hip hop star

Yo, a hip hop star?

Canadian hip hop star

Yeah, it's real simple

Make yourself a rhyme or video and a demo

You're a hip hop star

A hip hop star?

Yeah, a hip hop star

Yo, a hip hop star?

Another hip hop star

It don't mean nothin

I'm puttin in the work, tryin to turn it into somethin

You want to be a rapper

You want to be a hip hop star

It ain't all what it's cracked up to be