I've been trappin' so damn hard Skyline shootin' for the stars
Im fine ain't gonna starve
All this money, I'm goin' so hard
On a mission, let's go out to Mars
I've been shot up like Mazi
A Star
Take a trip, we can go out tomorrow' You do not even know who you are
I got up off a trappin' so hard
I knew that like a damn
Tarot card
Push start, stupid sweet
Like pop tart
Had it hard
Now I'm takin off
Go Kart
Different color, my carrot, that boy a bird, no parrot
Should be embarrassed, pull up 22's, look like a Ferris
Navy pier, pop top, no beer Fade away, no sheer
Bitch, I'm Kobe, in other words, what you fear
My frontier, no fronts here, so steer clear
About to guwopp, my chain icy like Push Pops
Spin move on the cop boss
Like hot sauce
Cut ya neck off, no cake, boss Karate chop like Randy Moss
Crisscross, bitch, jump, I got the sauce
And Dental floss, and I be shinin', now she want the sauce
That bitch be whinin', like, wow, is she really cryin'
It's a philosophy like I was a Mayan
Bitch, I been trappin' so damn hard
Skyline Shootin' for the stars
I'm fine ain't gonna starves
All this money, I'm goin' so hard
On a mission, let's go out to Mars
I've been shot up like Mazi A Star
Take a trip, we can go out tomorrow'
You do not even know who you are
Don't they know that I'm tryna win
Couple bad bitches heard I'm call you a friend
Came my way, swerved her, even though she was a ten
I been wet like a bend,
No elbow unless
I move a P, that mean I got a plan, take a stand
Check my brand, different color, my polo, she wanna hop
On my dick, no pogo stick, just call him Tigger
Run a checkup in the jungle, watch me thumb a figure
Cause I'm tight like cornrows
I throw hoes like cornholes in dark holes
Like I'm a Spartan, the hot startin
Take flight like I'm Marvin the Martian
Me and my money in love and we ain't never partin
If the money is Gina, then I guess I am Martin
Had to get to that shit cause we ain't with the starvin
My mind on the money, got coordinates
Teacher used to call me insubordinate
I been trippin' so damn hard
Shootin' for the stars
I'm fine, ain't gonna starve
All this money, I'm goin' so hard
On a mission, let's go out to Mars
I been shot up like Mazi Astana
Take a trip, we can go out to Tomorrow
You do not even know who you are
Who is you
That my truth, bitch, I'm real, who is you
Deuce, deuce, who is you
I'm too real, who is you
Money on me, you a fluke
Bitch, she wanna blow me, shit like a fluke
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I've been trappin' so damn hard Skyline shootin' for the stars
Im fine ain't gonna starve
All this money, I'm goin' so hard
On a mission, let's go out to Mars
I've been shot up like Mazi
A Star
Take a trip, we can go out tomorrow' You do not even know who you are
I got up off a trappin' so hard
I knew that like a damn
Tarot card
Push start, stupid sweet
Like pop tart
Had it hard
Now I'm takin off
Go Kart
Different color, my carrot, that boy a bird, no parrot
Should be embarrassed, pull up 22's, look like a Ferris
Navy pier, pop top, no beer Fade away, no sheer
Bitch, I'm Kobe, in other words, what you fear
My frontier, no fronts here, so steer clear
About to guwopp, my chain icy like Push Pops
Spin move on the cop boss
Like hot sauce
Cut ya neck off, no cake, boss Karate chop like Randy Moss
Crisscross, bitch, jump, I got the sauce
And Dental floss, and I be shinin', now she want the sauce
That bitch be whinin', like, wow, is she really cryin'
It's a philosophy like I was a Mayan
Bitch, I been trappin' so damn hard
Skyline Shootin' for the stars
I'm fine ain't gonna starves
All this money, I'm goin' so hard
On a mission, let's go out to Mars
I've been shot up like Mazi A Star
Take a trip, we can go out tomorrow'
You do not even know who you are
Don't they know that I'm tryna win
Couple bad bitches heard I'm call you a friend
Came my way, swerved her, even though she was a ten
I been wet like a bend,
No elbow unless
I move a P, that mean I got a plan, take a stand
Check my brand, different color, my polo, she wanna hop
On my dick, no pogo stick, just call him Tigger
Run a checkup in the jungle, watch me thumb a figure
Cause I'm tight like cornrows
I throw hoes like cornholes in dark holes
Like I'm a Spartan, the hot startin
Take flight like I'm Marvin the Martian
Me and my money in love and we ain't never partin
If the money is Gina, then I guess I am Martin
Had to get to that shit cause we ain't with the starvin
My mind on the money, got coordinates
Teacher used to call me insubordinate
I been trippin' so damn hard
Shootin' for the stars
I'm fine, ain't gonna starve
All this money, I'm goin' so hard
On a mission, let's go out to Mars
I been shot up like Mazi Astana
Take a trip, we can go out to Tomorrow
You do not even know who you are
Who is you
That my truth, bitch, I'm real, who is you
Deuce, deuce, who is you
I'm too real, who is you
Money on me, you a fluke
Bitch, she wanna blow me, shit like a fluke
Im fine ain't gonna starve
All this money, I'm goin' so hard
On a mission, let's go out to Mars
I've been shot up like Mazi
A Star
Take a trip, we can go out tomorrow' You do not even know who you are
I got up off a trappin' so hard
I knew that like a damn
Tarot card
Push start, stupid sweet
Like pop tart
Had it hard
Now I'm takin off
Go Kart
Different color, my carrot, that boy a bird, no parrot
Should be embarrassed, pull up 22's, look like a Ferris
Navy pier, pop top, no beer Fade away, no sheer
Bitch, I'm Kobe, in other words, what you fear
My frontier, no fronts here, so steer clear
About to guwopp, my chain icy like Push Pops
Spin move on the cop boss
Like hot sauce
Cut ya neck off, no cake, boss Karate chop like Randy Moss
Crisscross, bitch, jump, I got the sauce
And Dental floss, and I be shinin', now she want the sauce
That bitch be whinin', like, wow, is she really cryin'
It's a philosophy like I was a Mayan
Bitch, I been trappin' so damn hard
Skyline Shootin' for the stars
I'm fine ain't gonna starves
All this money, I'm goin' so hard
On a mission, let's go out to Mars
I've been shot up like Mazi A Star
Take a trip, we can go out tomorrow'
You do not even know who you are
Don't they know that I'm tryna win
Couple bad bitches heard I'm call you a friend
Came my way, swerved her, even though she was a ten
I been wet like a bend,
No elbow unless
I move a P, that mean I got a plan, take a stand
Check my brand, different color, my polo, she wanna hop
On my dick, no pogo stick, just call him Tigger
Run a checkup in the jungle, watch me thumb a figure
Cause I'm tight like cornrows
I throw hoes like cornholes in dark holes
Like I'm a Spartan, the hot startin
Take flight like I'm Marvin the Martian
Me and my money in love and we ain't never partin
If the money is Gina, then I guess I am Martin
Had to get to that shit cause we ain't with the starvin
My mind on the money, got coordinates
Teacher used to call me insubordinate
I been trippin' so damn hard
Shootin' for the stars
I'm fine, ain't gonna starve
All this money, I'm goin' so hard
On a mission, let's go out to Mars
I been shot up like Mazi Astana
Take a trip, we can go out to Tomorrow
You do not even know who you are
Who is you
That my truth, bitch, I'm real, who is you
Deuce, deuce, who is you
I'm too real, who is you
Money on me, you a fluke
Bitch, she wanna blow me, shit like a fluke
Writer: Kobe Snawder
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid