Goin' In
Goin in, Goin raw
When I spit my fucking bars
Holding it down, don't wanna let down my fucking squad
When I hop on a beat treat me like a god
Getting fucked up, drinking around in foreign cars
Get so high that I could see all the stars
I ain't from this planet, you can say I'm from mars
Yah, Lemme switch it up real quick
Lemme spit some real shit
Yah, Imma loose end
Building up my legacy with every two cent
When I get the big bag, money well spent
But wait, let's not pretend that I'm not the greatest
Let's not pretend that I'm not the latest
You better not switch up or you'll be the fakest
I murder every beat, ain't no way you could trace it
I'm way above your level, you just gotta face it
Goin in, Goin raw
When I spit my fucking bars
Holding it down, don't wanna let down my fucking squad
When I hop on a beat treat me like a god
Getting fucked up, drinking around in foreign cars
Get so high that I could see all the stars
I ain't from this planet, you can say I'm from mars
Yea bitch I'm from mars
Now bring it back down
Shh
Yea bring it back up
Make the money stack up
Don't need no security
But bitch I got some backup
Try talking shit get your face fucking clapped up
Walk out the room when them bitches start acting up
Cause I got a girl now yea
Gotta give her this world now yea
And you can take my word now
When I spit my fucking bars
Holding it down, don't wanna let down my fucking squad
When I hop on a beat treat me like a god
Getting fucked up, drinking around in foreign cars
Get so high that I could see all the stars
I ain't from this planet, you can say I'm from mars
Yah, Lemme switch it up real quick
Lemme spit some real shit
Yah, Imma loose end
Building up my legacy with every two cent
When I get the big bag, money well spent
But wait, let's not pretend that I'm not the greatest
Let's not pretend that I'm not the latest
You better not switch up or you'll be the fakest
I murder every beat, ain't no way you could trace it
I'm way above your level, you just gotta face it
Goin in, Goin raw
When I spit my fucking bars
Holding it down, don't wanna let down my fucking squad
When I hop on a beat treat me like a god
Getting fucked up, drinking around in foreign cars
Get so high that I could see all the stars
I ain't from this planet, you can say I'm from mars
Yea bitch I'm from mars
Now bring it back down
Shh
Yea bring it back up
Make the money stack up
Don't need no security
But bitch I got some backup
Try talking shit get your face fucking clapped up
Walk out the room when them bitches start acting up
Cause I got a girl now yea
Gotta give her this world now yea
And you can take my word now
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Writer(s): Mahdi Khalifeh
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