Mars (Remix)

[Refrain]

Yes indeed, I wrote graffiti on the bus

Now I'm on the cusp, okay so hush

Grown man talk don't interrupt

Tell 'em where you been Jay sittin' on the cusp

Makin' all existing stars dust

[Verse 1]

Trust that we go where no man before

Deep as any seashore high off trees

Those the purple diesel

I De-Bo decoys

Surrender my piece in the circle of emcees

Surrounded by b-boys and killer Cali chiefs

My words are like weapons

I direct them when I speak

Capiscе and kush blunts

Quiche for lunch

Eat rappers like takе out, bout once a week

Bout to make it once a month, hibernating in the cut

Sleep walking, writing raps, dreaming bout counting bucks

Bust still bust it free for my peeps

When we bump into each other on the streets

Cause we do it for the love, just to bust over beats

Rhymes, life; when it gets together dog

It sounds so nice, ain't it right

Tell Mr. Jones it ain't dead it just came back home

Had to paint black poems for a fake flat world

Tryin' to take back rap like a lost black girl

While the whole world naps and the sunshine showers

Sittin' on hills countin' down final hours

Thinkin' 'bout if I ruled the world

Now I already got the power

[Refrain]

See I found God within me

Now we kick free sipping on a bottle of Hennessy

Blazin' Christmas trees on the clouds of infinity

Blank out and forget a crowd is with me, forgive me

My energy can be gangsta, I wanted to be a painter

But decided I should live a life of danger

Remind me Pops to thank you, for I cock the chamber

Aimin' at top spots, and cock blockin' haters

Bla' bla' my Glock shot in the heart

Cause one day I got high and mistake you for a shark

Pardon me dog, why is it my artistry rots

Everytime I bring reference to a broad on my jock

Cars on my lot, all my money balled in a knot

Would niggas rather hear me rapping bout harvestin' crops?

Probably not, honestly I'm trying to be dope

That's being modest, I ain't trying to be broke that's on my Momma

Tryna figure how do we cope with all the drama

When there's so much room in the sunshine showers

And we're out here, tell your boys to tell girls

That we're out here, sittin' on the cusp

Making all exisitin' stars dust