Mars Remix

[Refrain] Yes indeed, I wrote graffiti on the bus Now I'm on the cusp, okay so hush Grown man talk don't interrupt Tell 'em where you been Jay sittin' on the cusp Makin' all existing stars dust [Verse 1] Trust that we go where no man before Deep as any seashore high off trees Those the purple diesel I De-Bo decoys Surrender my piece in the circle of emcees Surrounded by b-boys and killer Cali chiefs My words are like weapons I direct them when I speak Capisce and kush blunts Quiche for lunch Eat rappers like take out, bout once a week Bout to make it once a month, hibernating in the cut Sleep walking, writing raps, dreaming bout counting bucks Bust still bust it free for my peeps When we bump into each other on the streets Cause we do it for the love, just to bust over beats Rhymes, life; when it gets together dog It sounds so nice, ain't it right Tell Mr. Jones it ain't dead it just came back home Had to paint black poems for a fake flat world Tryin' to take back rap like a lost black girl While the whole world naps and the sunshine showers Sittin' on hills countin' down final hours Thinkin' 'bout if I ruled the world Now I already got the power [Refrain] See I found God within me Now we kick free sipping on a bottle of Hennessy Blazin' Christmas trees on the clouds of infinity Blank out and forget a crowd is with me, forgive me My energy can be gangsta, I wanted to be a painter But decided I should live a life of danger Remind me Pops to thank you, for I cock the chamber Aimin' at top spots, and cock blockin' haters Bla' bla' my Glock shot in the heart Cause one day I got high and mistake you for a shark Pardon me dog, why is it my artistry rots Everytime I bring reference to a broad on my jock Cars on my lot, all my money balled in a knot Would niggas rather hear me rapping bout harvestin' crops? Probably not, honestly I'm trying to be dope That's being modest, I ain't trying to be broke that's on my Momma Tryna figure how do we cope with all the drama When there's so much room in the sunshine showers And we're out here, tell your boys to tell girls That we're out here, sittin' on the cusp Making all exisitin' stars dust