MAN ON MARS Lyrics

Who got bars for that nigga that's on Mars? Flow is

So out this world, I'ma shooting star

Crash into the game, all my pain taught me how to sing

But this shit a different lane, and I'm on a different plane

And I'm on to different things, new bitch and new frames

People tryna kick with me, I ain't on no Liu Kang

If you ain't tryna do things to level up your energy

Tryna make a better me, choppin up that remedy

And blend it with the melodies

Healing energy is in the sound

This that shit to wake you up, been too faded off that loud

Bitches hated on me, now they hit me up like "wow"

I could give a fuck then, I ain't give a fuck now

I been busy on my grind, fuck a 9 to 5

But I need that cheese like I'm Jerry getting back at Tom

Smoking hella weed with my twin when I'm back in the Chi

Reminiscing life,

Man, we live in scary times

But I feel like Barry Bonds

How I'm swinging for the fence

How a nigga hitting doubles and can't even pay the rent?

Man it's fucked up how we get exploited into debt

Either get it out the mud or they work you till the death

I ain't dying for no check that a white man sent

Leaving scraps on the table, what he might have left

I light a blunt and contemplate the life that might have been

I'm so discreet, ain't no telling what I might plan next

I gotta flex but keep it light and find the silver lining

Deciding if I should be frugal or ball in designer

I wanna take the sound to places that I haven't tried to

Cause there's a lot been going on inside my mind

And all the times the bank account is in the minus

I been bringing heat and ice like I been switching climates

Feel like the city's finest

This flow is timeless

Every line with perfect timing

Just living life

Can never put a tag on what is priceless

That's why a nigga taking off, I can't fuck with y'all

On a flight to mars, ain't no cars but the top is off

People fuck with you till they see the numbers falling off

I'm bout that action, all I'm seeing is a lot of talk

To be honest, always knew I never fit in

And even as a kid, that reality would set in

White kids beating on my ass, got no help then

But when I fought em back, then authorities would step in

But I ain't come from sucker shit

Playing nice, done with it

Bob and weave, duckin hits

Careful who you fuckin with

Pressure, what I'm coming with

Hit 'em with that double clip

Leave you in fuckin ditch

And all them boys you running with

Where they at

Talking that

Good shit

In the back

When it hit then fan, they could only watch me give you hands

Rather keep the peace, know that everybody need a chance

If you got me wilin, then you fuckin up, really bad

People dying in the west, in the east

It don't matter where you go, you gon find someone deceased

Sixteen, when I first seen a motherfucker breathe in his last breath under light beams in the street

This the life that I lead

All the shit that I seen shaped the world in my dreams

When it's hope or it's bleak

I been cold with the heat

Ten toes in the street

But I float with the breeze

Stay in motion with me