Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1: K-Mars]
Buddha on my shirt Christ on my chain
Oh man they think I’m going insane
Stay doing what black clouds do
In my hometown put them in the ground too
My mind stormed out out the door
Say you got drive you got crashed Accords
While your legs be sore
And the engine on fire and sight is poor
Broop Broop Broop!
Copping all his tapes because on features he raps on codes and pieces with them 808’s
For opposition there ain’t no saving face and all i see is that prey like im saying grace
[Hook: K-Mars]
This mic is my Glock
I’m wrecking your block
I’m making no stops I aim for the top
X3
I aim for the top
[Verse 2: K-Mars]
Off the chizzle fo shizzle
With the schooling no dismissal
We ain’t on the same page because i have different issues
Spit on the white paper like this my tissue
Dropping bombs because im finna blow up
Telling me that I know watsup
I see the future vroom vroom goes that Ferrarri
Blowing O’s them zeros no mary
So many shawtys
Not new to the game so Atari
Getting cheese in that booth yea that be Photobooth
Catch me on that TV and the photos too
Back to reality call me a hunter because all i want is bucks
It’s tough but Ima do it
It’s rough but I’m pursuing
Intruding the minds with this music
Check!
[Hook: K-Mars]
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