Song Mars Only Pt. 3 Lyrics

[Intro]

Damn, I ain’t writing a rap and then memorizing all the shit and then

Should take a shower and then you forget

Uh, ayo

[Verse 1]

Break fast like a gat blast

It’s half passed, time to get rid of the trash

Don’t do it for the cash

I’m writing beats while I’m whippin’ the BM

Shit that make you throw up your hands like 12PM

Youngins on the come up, yeah I see ’em

I’m the old head now, uncle at the barbeque like “Go ‘head now!”

We ain’t stuck in the past

We living in the moment trying to make it last like a photograph

All the way from Maryland to Malibu, this rap shit will humble you

Then balancе you, then challenge you

Ayy, chеck it, ayy

I used to think it was bad bitties and big chains

Looking up to Yeezy realizing I was his thing (Yeezy, nigga?)

But then I again I was never one for the big brain

Dilla-dolla bill, presidential on my wrist, mane

Yoga flip flame

f*ck what everybody doing, right here I’m with this thing

You got cars, homie?

You got bars, homie?

This is out of this world, this is Mars only

Yo, ayo

Not too many can do what I do

I’m the rap bastard

My style been perfected and mastered

Get mad and get pestered

With Doc. D getting plastered

Lyrically, I’m Skywalker if he ever went to the dark side

I got gas like Far Cry, R.I.P

It’s the M-A-D to the G-I-C

Logic and Madlib is MadGic, your catalogue tragic

f*ck a underground, f*ck a pop sound

Made this whole album in a lockdown, hip hop is our town

Hairline like Doc Brown but I’m killin’ it

Madvillainous, f*ck a review we make it for the people who feeling this

Fifteen years, yeah, we still in this

Yo, ayo

Broke in the pop game and they say I sold out

Okay, no doubt, go for the window of any business a sold-out sign

For making it independently, I’m the outline

You could never out-rhyme, outshine

‘Bout time that I got the recognition

They love you when you ain’t got no pot to piss in

Shut the f*ck up and listen

Yeah I was here and then they ditch him

I retire, then they miss him

I come back, and then they bitchin’ like “Ah!”

[Break]

Yes, this is so

You know what it is?

I’ve never rapped like this before, and it’s actually hard It is actually a challenge, bro

And that’s what f*ckin’ music is about

And that’s what hip-hop is about

Matter fact, save this nigga

Put it in the hook, here we go

[Verse 2]

Yo, ayo

This is lyrics when you hear them

Bandana revered but ain’t no need to fear it ‘less your shit is wack

Got nothing but bars, word to Bourbon Street, hard as concrete

Take a scalpel to your ankles just to show you defeat

Let it register, then peep the receipts

You sow what you reap

A lyrical freak, far from my peak

And the word on the street, I bring the heat

I can’t lie to you

I’m here to body you, to hit the motherf*ckin’ rendezvous

Check, shit is god level

The revel, nobody can rebel

I’m sick as the devil, I’m Dwayne Johnson, you f*ckin’ pebble

Presidential with the vessel, never one to embezzle

My dick big, my money gross, let’s toast to excess

Peep the success, bitch I’m in the middle of little Italy

Literally no way you could never get rid of me

‘Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the f*cking garbage

Now I’m on top and you talking shit, hell nah bitch

You mad that I’m rich, you mad that I made it

I’ll rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it

Leave these pussies castrated, and faces exacerbated

Spend all day talking about me, you fascinated

I’ll rip your intestines out of your abdomen through your asshole and kill you with ’em

I’m sicker than venom, I’ll murder you like OGs in prison

Do to child molesters and rapists of women

I’m a beat shark that grew legs and evolved from swimming

You know I started from the bottom, flows I got ’em

Bars, I got ’em, yeah you know I f*ckin’ got ’em

Leaving you stuttering to g-g-get shit out like Joe Biden

Ridin’ in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d City shit

This that gritty shit, Brooklyn Nine-Five, New York City shit

You can hate me now, P. Diddy shit

I started from the bottom, yeah I really did

And everything they say is true when you get really big

$500,000 for a gig, that’s why I bought a Charizard for a quarter mil’

Hip-Hop Twitter mad, f*ck how you feel