Mars

[Hook] Yes indeedy wrote graffiti on the bus Now I'm on the cusp Ok, so hush Hey, grown man talk don't interrupt Tell her where ya been Jake sitting on the cuffs Making all the distant stars dust [Verse 1] Hey yo yo trust taht we go Where no man been before Deep as any seashore High off the trees Those the purple of diesel I debone decoys Surrender my peace in a circle of emcees Surrounded by B-boys and Cali chiefs My words are like weapons, I direct 'em when I speak Kapish and kush blunts Quiche for lunch, eat rappers like takeout About once a week, bout to make it once a month Hibernating in the cut Sleepwalking, writing raps dreaming about counting bucks But still busting free for my peeps When we bump into each other on the street Cause we do it for the love, just to bust over Beats, rhymes, and 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 Trying to take back rap like a lost black girl While the whole world naps and the sunshine showers Sittin' on hills counting down final hours Thinkin' bout if I ruled the world And I already got the power [Hook} [Verse 2] See I found God within me Now we kick free sipping on a bottle of Hennesey Blazing Christmas trees on a cloud of infinity Blank out, and forget the crowd is with me Forgive me, my energy can't be gangster I wanted to be a painter, but I decided I should live a life of danger Remind me Pops to thank ya before I cock the chamber Aim it at the top spots and cock-blocking haters Block, Block my Glock shot the inner heart Cause one day I got high and mistaken for a shark Pardon me doc, why isn't my artistry (?) 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 about harvesting crops Probably not Honestly I'm trying to be dope That's being modest, I ain't trying to be broke Thats on my momma Trying to figure how do we cope with all the drama when theres so much