Back From Jupiter lyrics

[Intro]
ArcazeOnTheBeat
[?], b*tch, I'm from Mars
Mars, that's my home, on gang
But I'm back from Jupiter

[Verse 1]
Back from Jupiter
I'm the son of Mars, I'on know who it belong to
Rambezzy stuck on Neptune, he tellin' me "Get in tune"
Mike done brought that glizzy on the flight, now he screamin' postal (He screamin' postal)
You know I'm bout action, get it clapping, I'm gon' show you
Round of applause, and applaud what, you deaf dude?
This K gon do the most, this b*tch knockin' like the bass do
Flashlight like Mase, hide your face and get a makeover
This the young n*gga takeover, 180 in this Range Rover
My main focus to maintain and put my deuce at peace
Presidential suite, eight rooms just to fall asleep (Yeah)
People askin' "Why you put your mama through all them tears a week" (Okay)
I knew one day it'll all pay off and sh*t'll be fine and sweet
But everything gave everything how my image make it seem to be (Yeah)
Home boy switchin' up, testing his luck, that sh*t plain to see (Oh, that sh*t plain to see)
I'm clutchin' on a felon, after dark, committing burglaries (Committing burglaries)
Fell in line like f*ck a spot, f*ck a n*gga mean?
Sittin' on a saint, taking notes whatev' can calm my brain
Tryna feel my pain, sh*t i'on even like to express myself
'Cause that sh*t make me think and reminisce, there weren't no f*cking help
I'on like a b*tch who put on makeup, take that off yo' face (Oh, yeah)
You look like a straight clown (sh*t), what's more to say?
I'm 'bout to get lil to [?] ,she [?] peezy ace
Free my n*gga out that program, I hold the breadskate
You in hot water, you bubbling now, she wanna give you face (Oh, yeah)
Too ugly to be f*ckin' wit' ya, who this? Get out the way (Get out the way)
Bean got me booted, f*ck that liq' I'm cool on your drinks
And if you think I be on heavy drugs, then you'on't even think
I'm tellin' you this sh*t strong-minded, I'm not your average teen
Like look, I woulda signed my life away but I got bankroll dreams
Like I got draft to NBA cuz I was gon' cream
G9 mixed the Glock, two double K's and put the K for C's
Errybody got a pair of eyes, don't view the same as me
These n*ggas all pretenders, copycats, but we equal, see?
They wanna run the city, it's fifty states, ayy, we all could eat
Dog talk, throw a couple bones and go and get off your feet

[Verse 2]
Moral of the story, I done put 'em on my bucket list
I'm paintin and straight smokin the bricks, jit yall don't want no sticks
We jump the fence, combat banana sh*t, drac' got stupid kick
Field goal [?] abduct a n*gga, minus jit
I bang the fine lil b*tch no want no numbers dawg got all the kids
He needa stop at this, I'm tryna take care of my family
Even my brother kid, like all my nieces gon' be straight, you hear?
.380 clutch a .40 and a glizzy, that is not a sin (Ayy)
You can't even silence the Glokk, pus*y, try again
While all you n*ggas ain't been rapping when I was doing the biz
And all that fake clapping gon' get you clout and I already see it
Like some ass cheeks, I'm in the club doin' all my dirt
Get my homework, just let me know, I'm talkin' black skirts
Then I told myself Nine, if you don't blow you'll be a hitman
Whack your ass tonight, plain sight for them band-bands
Ain't no crash dummy, ain't finna settle for less than 10 grand
'Cause look, I'm tellin' you, I'll sweep the sh*t like grab the dust pan
Attention, may I have attention, put the light on me
I ain't lie, when I first blew up, I had that shy on me
I don't know how, but you can't be trusted, let's just keep it G
Is you gon' ride? Longer than the Jeep, they last about a week
And when all them n*ggas was up, I swear, they ain't think about me
Now they jamming, want the verses free, I'm taxing on GP
I'm like f*ck it, keep it in the hood, thuggin where I be
But every n*gga 'round me fly as f*ck, pocket never touching me
I'll whack you for some Jordans just to wear 'em to the club
Like look, I got 'em steppin', he a stomper, live it up (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I'm saying n*gga, scream balloons, what's really up? (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
I got a Glock, came with a ruler, wear it tucked (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
No OKC this sh*t like lightning, you get struck
And leave yo sh*t runnin, them jits gon steal your trunk
My shooters barbers, it ain't nuttin' to line you up (Baow, baow, baow)
We hit our targets, tryna leave it smelling skunk
My YG stepping, grab them pistols when they come
You grab a weapon? That's for certain, we gon' dunk
I keep a pistol when I'm steppin', extra di*k for you punks (Come on)
b*tch don't step on my Guiseppes? These cost more than where you from
.40 cal holdin' Stephen, we don't do the popping trunks (Ain't none)
We don't do the popping trunks
I be doing sh*t, that them just ain't never done
And I be doing sh*t, and I do this sh*t for fun
And I be with the sh*ts, bullsh*t, I like the gun (Hmm, hmm)
Ayy, I know lil buddy like to run
Recording this lil' flow 'cause all this flow can get em gut
[Outro]
Ayy, man, yo shoutout Arcaze, I do this sh*t for fun