Luke 817

(Mars don't do it to 'em!)

Sounds like horses are riding the beat
Hear me in Roadrunner saying one hit wonder
While you got me on repeat
Bitch I made this beat in 2018
I already turned down labels and I'm not even job free
And don't ever spend money, catch me in 23 like Jobs, Steve

Not like the Biebs in designer shirts I'm rocking Tommy Jeans
Head on high alert
Not a Christian cause I can never put God first
Could be worse, but it could be better
You can see my scoli through the thickest sweater
Ay, but I remain me, top of the charts
Who got it like he, it's who I was destined to be
Luke 8-17, is who I be

Yeah, top of her heart
Who got it like me
Ay, top of the charts
I cannot see, yeah
Where y'all be
Ay, nah

Top of the charts, who got it like me
Top of her heart, who got it like me
I got a lot that's not on IG, that's not on the feed
Quiet when I speak
Said I'd be on top, back when with E
When we split off, she said I see
Emptiest hearts are richer than thieves
It's not how it seems
You call it art, but it's more to me
I put my heart, soul into these
I wrote down Mars in 2018
They can't go far, far as M-E
Watching me grow, hoping I leave
Think I'll respond, but leave them on read
They think they know, see me all cheesed
But it took pain to turn me a G



Credits
Writer(s): Johnathan T.
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