Thirty-Four Interlude

Mars, broads, cars Yeah, yeah, that's all I'm thinking Mmmmmmmmm Mars, broads, cars Yeah, yeah I'm out of space baby Mmmmmmmmm Mars, broads, cars Yeah, yeah I'm out of space baby Mmmmmmmmm Yeah, I put money and the power over everything Give a f*ck about fame I just want the stacks When I see you baby, baby I see wedding rings I see me looking back on life, yeah flashing back To the days were young, yeah That's present day Loving me dumb, loving me numb, yeah And when shit get rough You always tend to stay with me Let the waves hit, till I learned to ride them all And even when they come crashing down too strong When I come afloat, no, you are never far Treat my friends like friends And blood like my family That's how it's done, that's how it done I got love for my niggas, but recently My soul ain't really fucking with their tendencies I tend to see, the money as my motive I'm surprised you ain't notice I guess the money getting to my head Only eighteen, yeah I've got time to go But when I say I want it, just know that I want it fast Big dreams, empty pockets with a ton of hope A ton of hoes all in line for a nigga But I don't pay them mind, they can't grind with a nigga Ride or die for a nigga, like she do They don't spend the time with a nigga like she do No, no, no, never know a nigga like she do Got me memorized, quick to check me if I'm acting brand new I dare a nigga try to take her too Tricks ain't working, silly nigga I'm the truth Bitch I'm sky high, I'm on Mars in this booth Bitch I'm sky high, I be soaring thru the roof And I be on my shit, I be on my shit bitch Mixed By The Best, man you know this shit is I-D-M-O-T the EP I-D-M-O-T the EP I-D-M-O-T the EP I-D-M-O-T the EP this is, this is