Stars Out Lyrics – Chance the Rapper

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I took my heart out my sleeve
Ain’t got enough room, gotta keep a few tricks up there
Kel-Tek switched with the silencer kit gotta keep it on shh, cause the kids upstairs
Shut the f**k up when a real n!gga talkin’, shut the f**k up when a real n!gga walk in
I know they type when a lil’ n!gga log in
Then we roll up now he Stephen Hawking
I don’t play games, I go outside
I don’t say names, I go outside
I ain’t tryna scream in the club, make a scene
It’s a lot of phone screens, let’s go outside
Big Bank Chano, my chain got a chain
In the rafters my name gotta hang
I’m the only rapper where my lane got a lane
But f**k it I’m swervin’, my swang got a lane

You so scared I’m ’bout to pull my cars out
‘Bout to pull my bars out
You don’t know I’m ’bout to pull the stars out
You so worried ’bout some charts
You so worried, oh my God
You don’t know I’m ’bout to pull the stars out

I took my Rollie out Bannockburn, got room I keep a few whips up there
Big safe keep a few clips up there
Neighbors wife smackin’ her lips, upset
Guess she mad ’cause she bought that house and she didn’t know it’d be n!ggas up there
Guess she ain’t gettin’ them big bucks yet
Kanye, Uzi, big shrug, yep
I’m just here with a family of two, tryna plan me a coup, can you hand me a brew?
Please understand ’cause the flight said the plan was Japan, me and you, but Miami’ll do
I got more gold on than a GRAMMY or two or three or four, I done had me a few
But I drop a few jewels when I’m back in the land, ’cause the diamond demand, it remind me of you

You so scared I’m ’bout to pull my cars out
‘Bout to pull my bars out
You don’t know I’m ’bout to pull the stars out
You so worried ’bout some charts
You so worried, oh my God
You don’t know I’m ’bout to pull the stars out