More props. r.i.p., my poor pops
My outfits come from mars
I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky
I looked up to the stars past mars and thought what an atrocity..
Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,
Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss
Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers
Moving to mars, i am, cause i already dominated earth/
A chart scores as high stars and mars
Trying to move foward, though it never stops
Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,
I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold
And stop playing hide and seek,
No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep
Can't see his son shine like the four tops
From stars maybe even mars
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