“Rockstar Made” by Playboi Carti is a high-energy, trap-influenced rap song that showcases Carti’s unique style and delivery. Released as a single in 2023, the track features heavy bass, catchy ad-libs, and Carti’s signature playful and repetitive lyrics.
The production on “Rockstar Made” is top-notch, with pulsating beats that create a sense of urgency and excitement. Carti’s flow is fast-paced and dynamic, drawing listeners in with his charismatic and confident delivery. The song’s hook is infectious, with Carti repeating the phrase “I’m rockstar made” in a catchy and memorable way that sticks in your head.
Lyrically, “Rockstar Made” is typical of Carti’s style, with braggadocious lines about his wealth, lifestyle, and success. He flexes his jewelry, designer clothing, and high-end cars, painting a picture of a lavish and extravagant lifestyle that many aspire to achieve. While the lyrics may not be particularly deep or introspective, they align with Carti’s persona as a rockstar-like figure in the rap industry.
One of the standout elements of “Rockstar Made” is Carti’s use of ad-libs, which are an integral part of his style. He employs ad-libs such as “what,” “yeah,” and “huh” in a way that adds texture and rhythm to the track, enhancing its overall vibe and energy.
However, one potential critique of “Rockstar Made” is that the lyrics can feel repetitive and lack depth compared to Carti’s earlier work. Some listeners may also find the use of explicit language and themes in the song to be off-putting.
Overall, “Rockstar Made” is a high-octane trap banger that showcases Playboi Carti’s distinct style and energy. Its catchy hooks, energetic production, and Carti’s charismatic delivery make it a standout track for fans of trap rap and those who enjoy Carti’s unique approach to hip-hop music.
Rockstar Made Lyrics
Fuckin’ good, I told you not to hang around that opp ass
Homicide, homicide, homicide, homicide
Never too much (uh), never too much (yeah, uh)
Never too much (yeah, uh), never too much (uh)
Never too much (what? Uh), never too much (what? Uh)
Never too much (what? Uh), never too much (what? Bih)
I got some racks, yeah, yeah (what?)
I got some bags, yeah (racks)
I got some racks, yeah (racks)
I got some bags, yeah (bags, yeah)
Yeah, never too much (what?), uh, yeah, never too much (yeah)
Uh, yeah, never too much (what?), uh, yeah, never too much (what? Yeah)
Uh, yeah, she suckin’ my dick (what?), uh, uh, she eat it for lunch (what? Uh)
Uh, yeah, I hit it from the back (what?), uh, yeah, I’m beatin’ it up (yeah, slatt)
Uh, yeah, I’m beatin’ it up (what?), uh, yeah, I’m beatin’ it up (what? Yeah)
I’m in love with them drugs (drugs), uh, yeah, I’m kissin’ the cup (what?)
She in love with a thug (what?), yeah, I don’t give no fuck (what?)
I won’t stress ’bout a bitch (what?), that’s not my slut (slatt)
These niggas beefin’ over hoes (what? what?), so I keep it up (what?)
Even when I’m at my fuckin’ show (bop-bop-bop), I keep one tucked (yeah)
Rockstar made (oh yeah, what?)
Rockstar made (what? Yeah)
Rockstar made (what? Ayy)
Uh, never too much (yeah, yeah), never too much (yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (what?), uh, never too much (what?)
Uh, never too much (what?), uh, never too much (what?)
Uh, never too much (yeah, yeah), never too much (yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (what?), uh, never too much (what?)
Uh, never too much (what?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
Rockstar made (what? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (what? What?)
Rockstar made (what? What?)
I fuck that bitch in the back seat
I fuck that bitch in a wagon (what?)
I fuck that bitch in the back seat (what?)
Now, that bitch braggin’ (what? Yeah)
Braggin’ (what?), braggin’ (what?), got the bitch braggin’ (slatt)
Took the bitch to L.A., now the bitch braggin’ (yeah)
I just killed an opp, yeah, I swear I’m countin’ caskets (yeah)
I could make an opp disappear like magic (yeah)
Send my niggas to your mama house, it get tragic (what?)
I’m standin’ on the block right now (what?), I’m on the backstreet (what?)
Forty-five hunnid for the drink, yeah we taxin’ (yeah)
I got gold money and I bought myself a Aston (yeah)
Dope boys outside, nigga, yeah, we havin’ (yeah)
Got a bad bitch, I don’t believe in average, yeah (yeah)
Uh, never too much (yeah), uh, never too much (yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much
Uh, never too much (what?), uh, never too much (what?)
Uh, never too much (what?), uh, never too much (yeah, yeah)
Uh, never too much (yeah, yeah), uh, never too much (yeah)
Uh, never too much, uh, never too much (yeah)
Uh, never too much (what?), uh, never too much (what? Yeah)
Uh, never too much (what?), uh, never too much (Whole Lotta Red, what?)
Also Read:
Rockstar made (what? What? Yeah)
Rockstar made (what? What?)
Rockstar made (what? What?)
Watch Rockstar Made
