Mars

I've been trappin' so damn hard Skyline shootin' for the stars Im fine ain't gonna starve All this money, I'm goin' so hard On a mission, let's go out to Mars I've been shot up like Mazi A Star Take a trip, we can go out tomorrow' You do not even know who you are I got up off a trappin' so hard I knew that like a damn Tarot card Push start, stupid sweet Like pop tart Had it hard Now I'm takin off Go Kart Different color, my carrot, that boy a bird, no parrot Should be embarrassed, pull up 22's, look like a Ferris Navy pier, pop top, no beer Fade away, no sheer Bitch, I'm Kobe, in other words, what you fear My frontier, no fronts here, so steer clear About to guwopp, my chain icy like Push Pops Spin move on the cop boss like hot sauce Cut ya neck off, no cake, boss Karate chop like Randy Moss Crisscross, bitch, jump, I got the sauce And Dental floss, and I be shinin', now she want the sauce That bitch be whinin', like, wow, is she really cryin' It's a philosophy like I was a Mayan Bitch, I been trappin' so damn hard Skyline Shootin' for the stars I'm fine ain't gonna starves All this money, I'm goin' so hard On a mission, let's go out to Mars I've been shot up like Mazi A Star Take a trip, we can go out tomorrow' You do not even know who you are Don't they know that I'm tryna win Couple bad bitches heard I'm call you a friend Came my way, swerved her, even though she was a ten I been wet like a bend, no elbow unless I move a P, that mean I got a plan, take a stand Check my brand, different color, my polo, she wanna hop On my dick, no pogo stick, just call him Tigger Run a checkup in the jungle, watch me thumb a figure Cause I'm tight like cornrows I throw hoes like cornholes in dark holes Like I'm a Spartan, the hot startin Take flight like I'm Marvin the Martian Me and my money in love and we ain't never partin If the money is Gina, then I guess I am Martin Had to get to that shit cause we ain't with the starvin My mind on the money, got coordinates Teacher used to call me insubordinate I been trippin' so damn hard Shootin' for the stars I'm fine, ain't gonna starve All this money, I'm goin' so hard On a mission, let's go out to Mars I been shot up like Mazi Astana Take a trip, we can go out to Tomorrow You do not even know who you are Who is you That my truth, bitch, I'm real, who is you Deuce, deuce, who is you I'm too real, who is you Money on me, you a fluke Bitch, she wanna blow me, shit like a fluke