I'm Not A Star
Rick Ross Lyrics


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Maybach music
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45
If I'd die today, remember me like john lennon
Bury the louis, I'm talkin all brown linen
Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city
Load up the choppers like it's December thirty first
Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
Told em my partna' and help them crackas give 'em thirty
I told 'em I got 'em, therefore I gotta do ya dirty
Back on my Benz, been in these bitches 8:30
Scoot me a dime, now man get off at 10:30
Goin' on 12, go home and tell that man a lie
I got a bake sale, bitches thirty for the pie
9 for the slice, dummy that's a Dan Marino
Talkin' quarterbacks mean ya talkin' quarter kilos
Niggas feel my pain, I ain't even gotta say it
Where I come from, if ya hopin' then ya payin'
How I can save when all my niggas in the can
Am I my brothers keeper, motherfucker take my hand
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
I'm not a star,
I'm not a star,
I'm not a star,
I'm not a star

All black Lamborghini, smokin' on the sticky
Got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he Ricky
Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
I'm not a star,
I'm not a star,
I'm not a star,
I'm not a star

I'm not a star, somebody lied, I spent a milly on the car
It come alive, never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like gremlin
It's a multi-million dollar motherfucker in it
And I'm quick to blow a milli in a minute
I know them people wanna stick me with the senates
I'm a player catchin' bitches like I'm T.O.
Trunk full of work, yea this nigga think he Neno
Three dice yea, grab a nigga for a kilo
Pinky ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
Diddy negotiates and the paperwork to T.O
My niggas never sing if I need 'em I go to neo
Fuck a famous bitch then I treat her just like a ski-oh
Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of Deo
Monday for menages and Tuesday I get a trio
And the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a P.O.

Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car
Black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
I'm not a star,
I'm not a star,




I'm not a star,
I'm not a star

Overall Meaning

In Rick Ross's song "I'm Not A Star," he begins by asserting that he's not a star and that someone must have lied about it. He then mentions that he has a pistol in his car, a 45, and makes a reference to John Lennon and how he should be remembered in case he dies. Ross talks about burying the Louis and how he always wears brown linen. In a display of his arrogance, he wants all his "bitches" to tattoo his logo on their breasts and have a statue of him erected in the city. He then mentions how he matches his actions with his talk by loading up his weaponry and subsequently hitting his targets. Ross then raps about his involvement with the police, specifically how he helped them catch one of his colleagues, and how he had to get his hands dirty.


He goes on to describe his daily routine, mentioning that he usually spends the night with a girl and then tells her a lie in the morning. He talks about how he sells drugs and the prices that he charges, comparing them to Dan Marino's quarterback statistics. Ross then talks about his current state of being and how he doesn't want to save up for the future because all his "niggas" are locked up. He concludes by talking about a party that he's going to and how he has a kilo of drugs and a black card waiting for him.


Overall, the song is a representation of Rick Ross's excessive and self-centered lifestyle. He raps about his possessions, his sexual conquests, and his criminal activities in a boastful manner. The song's lyrics and tone paint a picture of a man who places little value on anything that isn't directly benefiting him.


Line by Line Meaning

Maybach music
The song begins with the signature tagline of Rick Ross's Maybach Music Group


I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a pistol in the car, a 45
Rick Ross denies being a star, but he carries a concealed firearm for protection


If I'd die today, remember me like John Lennon
Rick Ross wants to be remembered as an icon like John Lennon if he passes away


Bury the Louis, I'm talkin' all brown linen
Rick Ross prefers brown linen over designer Louis Vuitton pieces


Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty
Rick Ross wants all his women to be loyal to him and show it off by tattooing his logo on their breasts


Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city
Rick Ross desires public admiration and recognition in the form of a statue


Load up the choppers like it's December thirty-first
He loads up firearms like it's New Year's Eve, highlighting his readiness for violence


Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts
Rick Ross instructs his crew to attack his enemies when they least expect it


Told em' my partna' and help them crackers give 'em thirty, I told 'em I got 'em, therefore I gotta do ya dirty
Rick Ross reveals that he is involved in drug trafficking, and he isn't afraid to eliminate anyone who crosses him


Back on my Benz, been in these bitches 8:30
Rick Ross likes to travel in his Benz, and he has been with multiple women by 8:30 AM


Scoot me a dime, now, man, get off at 10:30
He buys drugs (dime) and instructs his dealer to leave by 10:30, so that he can keep his dealings private


Goin' on 12, go home and tell that man a lie
Rick Ross has a spouse, and when he comes home at midnight, he tells them a lie to hide his activities


I got a bake sale, bitches thirty for the pie, 9 for the slice, dummy, that's a Dan Marino
Rick Ross is selling cocaine, where $30 is the cost of the product, containing 9 grams (slice) which is a reference to the jersey number of NFL quarterback Dan Marino, who also has the same last name as the drug


Talkin' quarterbacks, mean ya talkin' quarter kilos
This line builds upon the previous one, assuming that if people are talking about NFL quarterbacks, they also know about drugs and drug weight measurements


Niggas feel my pain, I ain't even gotta say it, where I come from, if ya hopin' then ya payin'
People know about Rick Ross's struggles, and he warns that in his world, hope comes with a price


How I can save when all my niggas in the can, am I my brother's keeper, motherfucker, take my hand
Rick Ross feels responsible for his incarcerated friends and questions if he should look out for them despite personal risks


Pull up to the club I got a kilo in the car, black card for the niggas spending c-notes at the bar
Rick Ross is rich enough to buy a kilogram of cocaine while showing off his black credit card at the bar


I'm not a star, I'm not a star, I'm not a star, I'm not a star
The chorus reinforces that Rick Ross is not a celebrity, despite his wealth and success


All black Lamborghini, smokin' on the sticky, got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he Ricky
Rick Ross owns a black Lamborghini and expensive marijuana and feels like a wealthy version of the fictional character Ricky from the movie Boys N The Hood


Trunk full of work, yea this nigga think he Neno, three dice yea, grab a nigga for a kilo
Rick Ross has a car full of drugs and thinks he is the famed drug dealer Neno Brown from the movie New Jack City. He also risks gambling with his illicit earnings by rolling three dice where winning means obtaining a kilogram of cocaine


Pinky ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low
Rick Ross doesn't hesitate to spend a considerable amount of money on an extravagant pinky ring while keeping it under the radar


Diddy negotiates, and the paperwork to T.O, my niggas never sing if I need 'em, I go to neo
Rick Ross' manager Diddy handles his deals, and his associates never snitch during police interrogations because they trust him. They seek help from their lawyer, Neo (reference to the movie The Matrix trilogy ), hidden inside the word 'N.E.O.'


Fuck a famous bitch, then I treat her just like a ski-oh, not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of Deo
Rick Ross sleeps with famous women and treats them like prostitutes, not even bothering to take a shower afterward, and settles for a deodorant


Monday for menages, and Tuesday I get a trio, and the bitch that get a gift on the scriff, she was a P.O.
Rick Ross has sex with three women at once on Mondays and three on Tuesdays. He gives gifts to women who tell him about police activity because he assumes they were once parole officers (P.O.).




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: KEVIN CROWE, ERIK ORTIZ, WILLIAM ROBERTS

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Rick Ross be straight slayin' the game, no doubt! AUTHENTIC VIEWS gave him a boost, but his raw talent remains unchanged. He's holdin' it down like a true boss! Drop a thumbs up if you're vibin' with it, fam!

Summerbreeze1776

I listen to song on my bad days it builds my confidence and reminds me of who I am.

John Reusch

Never feed it after dark gotta treat it like a gremlin. Epic, love it. This whole album is a masterpiece.

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He snapped on this🔥🔥🔥the Adlibs were on point.

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