Hook: Run up on yo block I shoot yo shit down wit them hollows Pull out that 556 yo ma won’t find yo ass tomorrow Then we rock yo fam, they laying dead just like apollo So don’t you ever test me, when it come to beef I keep it hostile We pullin blickys Rollin wit a bad bitch She got some double d titties And you know I’m savage Got some beef come and get me I been smoking weed sippin henne Tented windows in the brand new Bentley What’s good nigga What’s hood nigga Uh what’s brakin Fwm wish a nigga would Brody I ain’t even cappin I just hit the studio, cause I be trappin And sometimes I act a foolio, but feel in love wit rappin No kizzy nigga I don’t need security Fuck that I’m the referee Use to sit up on the bench Now nobody’s controlling me Half of these niggas childish I’ve been working on maturity I know I’m minority Shii it ain’t stopping me I say fuck apologies Now moneys my priority Rappin is my therapy Before I get prosperity Music steady in my head Stay thinking of another beat And you know my flow legit Gotta keep that shit on elite Beatboxing Hear the bass droppin And then I feel percussion And my head stay boppin And then all of a sudden My lyrics start to summon So no we’re not in common Or the same I am a Martian Bitch …