Praying Takeoff
Yeah, yeah
Shoutout my boy Polo G
I had to do it
I had to do it
Yeah, I had to do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Yeah
Yeah
These niggas got this social media fucked up
These niggas actin' like they motherfuckin' boss up
These bitches got their ass done and them titties done
These bitches playin' in that makeup and they havin' fun
I can't compete with these rappin ass niggas, these niggas be rappin' too good
Them niggas be cappin', them niggas be cappin', them niggas be rappin' and rappin
I'm doin' my thang, I'm doin' my thang, nigga, I done turn' a rapper
Ayy, ayy, I ain't know you started rappin
Nigga, I'm an artist, nigga, I'm an artist, nigga, I paint a picture
I'm keenan an kel off, good burger, yeah, I got the sauce
done played' the backfield for a long time, now I'm quarterbackin
im throwing dem bombs
I'm runnin' it up and runnin' and runnin' it up, so test your luck
Don't fuck around and get fucked up
MMP, that's my team, yeah, we goin' up
We runnin' shit over, just like we in a monster truck
I took the game like a storm in the fall season
Akuna Matata, you already know I runnin' up
They sayin' I'm doin' my thang, they sayin' I'm doin' my thang
I gotta remain the same, I gotta remain the same
I will never change, I will never change
But it's levels to this shit
Some people get lucky, they fall through the glitch
Workin' hard in this shit, put my all in this shit
I put my all in this shit, I put my heart in this shit
I put my heart in this shit
I just pulled a deal with Roc Nation
Sittin' back, waitin', I was bein' patient
I was thinkin' bout that paper
I was thinkin' bout Earth to Mars
I was thinkin' bout how I had done developed on my bars
I don't became a star, I don't became a star
Done fucked up, became a star, ridin' a fancy car
I'm takin' them private jets, I'm takin' them private jets
I'm prayin' to the Lord that I don't do the ayliyah
Crash, crash, crash, yeah
I said I'm prayin' to the Lord that I don't the ayliyah,left eye
Crash, crash, crash, stroo
Yeah
Earth to Mars
Astro
Yeah, yeah
I had to do it
MMP shit
You already know what it does, man
Let's get it
Shoutout my boy Polo G
I had to do it
I had to do it
Yeah, I had to do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Yeah
Yeah
These niggas got this social media fucked up
These niggas actin' like they motherfuckin' boss up
These bitches got their ass done and them titties done
These bitches playin' in that makeup and they havin' fun
I can't compete with these rappin ass niggas, these niggas be rappin' too good
Them niggas be cappin', them niggas be cappin', them niggas be rappin' and rappin
I'm doin' my thang, I'm doin' my thang, nigga, I done turn' a rapper
Ayy, ayy, I ain't know you started rappin
Nigga, I'm an artist, nigga, I'm an artist, nigga, I paint a picture
I'm keenan an kel off, good burger, yeah, I got the sauce
done played' the backfield for a long time, now I'm quarterbackin
im throwing dem bombs
I'm runnin' it up and runnin' and runnin' it up, so test your luck
Don't fuck around and get fucked up
MMP, that's my team, yeah, we goin' up
We runnin' shit over, just like we in a monster truck
I took the game like a storm in the fall season
Akuna Matata, you already know I runnin' up
They sayin' I'm doin' my thang, they sayin' I'm doin' my thang
I gotta remain the same, I gotta remain the same
I will never change, I will never change
But it's levels to this shit
Some people get lucky, they fall through the glitch
Workin' hard in this shit, put my all in this shit
I put my all in this shit, I put my heart in this shit
I put my heart in this shit
I just pulled a deal with Roc Nation
Sittin' back, waitin', I was bein' patient
I was thinkin' bout that paper
I was thinkin' bout Earth to Mars
I was thinkin' bout how I had done developed on my bars
I don't became a star, I don't became a star
Done fucked up, became a star, ridin' a fancy car
I'm takin' them private jets, I'm takin' them private jets
I'm prayin' to the Lord that I don't do the ayliyah
Crash, crash, crash, yeah
I said I'm prayin' to the Lord that I don't the ayliyah,left eye
Crash, crash, crash, stroo
Yeah
Earth to Mars
Astro
Yeah, yeah
I had to do it
MMP shit
You already know what it does, man
Let's get it
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Writer(s): Joshua Curry
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