I'm from mars
I do not recall how I got here
Got no balls so I don't fit the criteria
Can you tell me why these niggas hating
Cus I have no idea
I feel imperial to the motherf*ckers that ain't tryna hear me tho
Cus I'ma piss in ya'll cheerios for never ever taking me serious, yo
My heart is an open wound and its bleeding
Man I might just need some healing or
Maybe just a green leaf full of some reefer
Eyes stay low but I'm peeping
Vibes and I know that you're sleeping
Ya following along like some sheep
And shit and now you're all alone and your deep in shit
You needed this sick ass flow don't plead the fifth
And when it comes to these hoes I don't need no bitch
'Less she giving up them secret Vic's
But only for a minute
I ain't even gon save her digits
Cus I ain't worried about a bitch feelings, nigga
I get ignat
My mental's full of sickness my shits rigid come get with it
No pink slip so you cannot dismiss it
Just come hit this and get lifted or just chill and listen
To this composition I promise there's no competition, hit it
Ok, on this second verse see I bet I wont curse
Cus i'm still killing this beat
Like I'm a criminal, ya better hold onto your purse
I'm here to make things worse
Turn ya speakers up til they burst
Matter of fact go ahead and hit reverse
Wait, you know I meant rewind Gee, see i must've lost my mind
Mary Jane sure is fine
She hits me right on time
I get caught up in a bind
She's the only woman on my line
She'd never betray me
She's always around, when I'm lost in the crowd
I can find her in the clouds
That's why i don't frown
Go ahead and call me crazy
Know whats up when my eyes be lazy I don't see no haters
Ain't nun greater, tipping on my Libra scale like a waiter
After the paper, then my major, then I'm racing
Towards a gated crib with no neighbors,
I'm from Oakcliff
But I like the Lakers
I'm feeling great, like Tony, I skate
Can't touch me like I'm a hot plate
Ain't about money, get out of my face
I'm getting old, I ain't got time to waste
Rolling up good smoking weed everyday
Yeah I'm from the hood can you see it in my face
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I'm from mars
I do not recall how I got here
Got no balls so I don't fit the criteria
Can you tell me why these niggas hating
Cus I have no idea
I feel imperial to the motherf*ckers that ain't tryna hear me tho
Cus I'ma piss in ya'll cheerios for never ever taking me serious, yo
My heart is an open wound and its bleeding
Man I might just need some healing or
Maybe just a green leaf full of some reefer
Eyes stay low but I'm peeping
Vibes and I know that you're sleeping
Ya following along like some sheep
And shit and now you're all alone and your deep in shit
You needed this sick ass flow don't plead the fifth
And when it comes to these hoes I don't need no bitch
'Less she giving up them secret Vic's
But only for a minute
I ain't even gon save her digits
Cus I ain't worried about a bitch feelings, nigga
I get ignat
My mental's full of sickness my shits rigid come get with it
No pink slip so you cannot dismiss it
Just come hit this and get lifted or just chill and listen
To this composition I promise there's no competition, hit it
Ok, on this second verse see I bet I wont curse
Cus i'm still killing this beat
Like I'm a criminal, ya better hold onto your purse
I'm here to make things worse
Turn ya speakers up til they burst
Matter of fact go ahead and hit reverse
Wait, you know I meant rewind Gee, see i must've lost my mind
Mary Jane sure is fine
She hits me right on time
I get caught up in a bind
She's the only woman on my line
She'd never betray me
She's always around, when I'm lost in the crowd
I can find her in the clouds
That's why i don't frown
Go ahead and call me crazy
Know whats up when my eyes be lazy I don't see no haters
Ain't nun greater, tipping on my Libra scale like a waiter
After the paper, then my major, then I'm racing
Towards a gated crib with no neighbors,
I'm from Oakcliff
But I like the Lakers
I'm feeling great, like Tony, I skate
Can't touch me like I'm a hot plate
Ain't about money, get out of my face
I'm getting old, I ain't got time to waste
Rolling up good smoking weed everyday
Yeah I'm from the hood can you see it in my face
I do not recall how I got here
Got no balls so I don't fit the criteria
Can you tell me why these niggas hating
Cus I have no idea
I feel imperial to the motherf*ckers that ain't tryna hear me tho
Cus I'ma piss in ya'll cheerios for never ever taking me serious, yo
My heart is an open wound and its bleeding
Man I might just need some healing or
Maybe just a green leaf full of some reefer
Eyes stay low but I'm peeping
Vibes and I know that you're sleeping
Ya following along like some sheep
And shit and now you're all alone and your deep in shit
You needed this sick ass flow don't plead the fifth
And when it comes to these hoes I don't need no bitch
'Less she giving up them secret Vic's
But only for a minute
I ain't even gon save her digits
Cus I ain't worried about a bitch feelings, nigga
I get ignat
My mental's full of sickness my shits rigid come get with it
No pink slip so you cannot dismiss it
Just come hit this and get lifted or just chill and listen
To this composition I promise there's no competition, hit it
Ok, on this second verse see I bet I wont curse
Cus i'm still killing this beat
Like I'm a criminal, ya better hold onto your purse
I'm here to make things worse
Turn ya speakers up til they burst
Matter of fact go ahead and hit reverse
Wait, you know I meant rewind Gee, see i must've lost my mind
Mary Jane sure is fine
She hits me right on time
I get caught up in a bind
She's the only woman on my line
She'd never betray me
She's always around, when I'm lost in the crowd
I can find her in the clouds
That's why i don't frown
Go ahead and call me crazy
Know whats up when my eyes be lazy I don't see no haters
Ain't nun greater, tipping on my Libra scale like a waiter
After the paper, then my major, then I'm racing
Towards a gated crib with no neighbors,
I'm from Oakcliff
But I like the Lakers
I'm feeling great, like Tony, I skate
Can't touch me like I'm a hot plate
Ain't about money, get out of my face
I'm getting old, I ain't got time to waste
Rolling up good smoking weed everyday
Yeah I'm from the hood can you see it in my face
Writer: Sydnee Brown
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