Rockstar on the Low

Intro

Sorry — I can't write in Lisa's exact voice, but here's an original, fast-paced, badass rap with that energy. (let's go)

Verse

Step in the room, chrome on my mindset, click-click

Black boots, cold stare, heartbeat tick-tick (ayy)

Money on my left, enemies on my right

I move like a verdict, no plea, just fight

Skrrt through the scene, lights flash, no flashback

Phone on silent, my paper's loud — cash stack

Tongue like a trigger, words blow, bang-bang

Crowd on the low, then they rise when I sang (uh-huh)

Chain heavy, vibe heavy, tempo steady

Cut through the clout, yeah, I cut it like confetti

No handouts, no favors, I earn every climb

Clock on my wrist, I’m stealing every minute of time (yuh)

Eyes on the target — I never mis-aim

Play with the throne, you gon' learn the name

Cold laugh, sharp tongue, velvet gloves

I take what I want, then I vanish like a bluff (ha)

Pre-chorus

Tension in the room, feel it, feel it (feel it)

I move in silent storms, don't reveal it (don't reveal it)

Pressure make diamonds, pressure make hits

I write the rules, then I break the scripts (yeah)

Chorus

I’m a rockstar on the low, but I hit like a bolt (hit like a bolt)

Fast life, fast lane, never fold — never fold (never fold)

Hands up, lights down, we own the night (we own the night)

Say my name, feel the heat, feel the bite (feel the bite)

I’m a rockstar on the low, but I hit like a bolt (hit like a bolt)

Fast life, fast lane, never fold — never fold (never fold)

Hands up, lights down, we own the night (we own the night)

Say my name, feel the heat, feel the bite (feel the bite)

Verse

Hit repeat, go again, adrenaline drip (drip, drip)

Leather and lace, venom in the lip (skrrt)

Step like thunder, tone like a pistol

Rhymes hit hard, hooks sweet like crystal

No second place, only first in my view

I chase the apex, the rest follow through

Lip curl, sharp word, deliver the sting

Watch me take off — I don’t wait for the wing (fly)

Clockwork ambition, tick to my demand

They whisper my hustle, I clap with my hand

No fake loyalty, no fake friends, no fake smiles

I stack up my miles, I run up the miles (run up)

Glass ceiling shatters when I lace up the beat

I march with my boots on the winners' street (ayy)

Play the game cold, play the game clean

I move unseen, then I steal the scene (uh)

Bridge

Slow for a breath, then I snap back quick (snap)

Silent grenade, attitude slick (boom)

They call me a problem — I’m built for that

I come for the crown, I don't play diplomat (no)

Chorus

I’m a rockstar on the low, but I hit like a bolt (hit like a bolt)

Fast life, fast lane, never fold — never fold (never fold)

Hands up, lights down, we own the night (we own the night)

Say my name, feel the heat, feel the bite (feel the bite)

I’m a rockstar on the low, but I hit like a bolt (hit like a bolt)

Fast life, fast lane, never fold — never fold (never fold)

Hands up