Fly To Mars E

Crazy how they never helped me when I was Down and needed a shout. I'm done waiting for them, I'm building my ship And I'm sailing out. With a gun right next To my hip, last Scarface, I'm blasting it out. With a whole gang, we ride before they stop And stay in the mud. I feel like I'm Thug, my shit so hot in the booth, You cannot compete. I'm letting it out 'cause I'm Up late at night when you're still asleep. I'm finna blow up, so wait for the day I write and I grow, I kneel and I Pray. For the world forget and lyrics are laying, I gotta ask, keep my family safe, please. Yeah, it's hard to blow up, yeah. But I gotta stay woke. And gotta stay up, yeah. I need to make money quick. That ain't what I'm after. I'm here for the empire, ain't here to be King, I'm here to a master. I'm tryna stay up, whoa. I'm tryna leave Earth, whoa. I'm tryna make checks, yeah. Fly mama to Mars, bro. 'Cause here they want problems, uh, They hating on Black skin. I'm flying with you if you wanna Come, they thinking we a sin. I don't want no problems, but still they pick Up the guns and they try to follow. Because a nigga is black and then I'm white And grew up in the bottom. They frame me to committing shit, put me handcuffs For nothing I did. And beat me in the back of a car Till a nigga bleed, but I don't know. It's hard to blow up, yeah. But I gotta stay woke. And gotta stay up, yeah. But I gotta stay woke. I need to make money quick, yeah. That ain't what I'm after. I'm here for the empire, ain't here to be King, I'm here to be master. I'm tryna stay up, whoa. I'm tryna leave Earth, whoa. I'm tryna make checks, yeah. Fly mama to Mars, bro. 'Cause here they want problems, uh, uh. They hating on black skin. I'm flying with you if you wanna come, they Thinking we a sin, yeah.