Mars Only pt. 3 lyrics

[Intro]
Damn, I hate writing a rap
And then memorizing the whole sh*t and then
Just taking a shower, and then you forget
Uh, ayo

[Verse 1]
Break fast like a gat blast, it's half passed
Time to get rid of the trash, don't do it for the cash
I'm writing beats while I'm whippin' the BM
sh*t that make you throw up your hands like 12 PM
Youngins on the come up, yeah, I see 'em, I'm the old head now
Uncle at the barbeque like "Go 'head now!"
But we ain't stuck in the past
We living in the moment tryna make it last like a photograph
All the way from Maryland to Malibu, this rap sh*t will humble you
Thеn balance you, challenge you, ayy, chеck it, ayy
I used to think it was bad bitties and big chains
Looking up to Yeezy realizing that was his thing (Yeezy, n*gga?)
But then again, I was never one for the big brain
Dilla-dolla bill, presidential on my wrist, mane
Yoga flip flame, f*ck what everybody doing
Right here, I'm with this thing, you got cars, homie?
You got bars, homie?
This is out of this world, this is Mars only, yo, ayo
Not too many can do what I do, I'm the rap bast*rd
My style been perfected and mastered
Get mad or get pestered, with Doc. D getting plastered
Lyrically, I'm Skywalker if he ever went to the dark side
I got gas like Far Cry, R.I.P
It's the M-A-D to the G-I-C
Logic and Madlib is MadGic, your catalogue tragic
f*ck a underground, f*ck a pop sound
Made this whole album in a lockdown, hip hop is our town
Hairline like Doc Brown but I'm killin' it
Madvillainous, f*ck a review
We make it for the people who feeling this
Fifteen years, yeah, we still in this, yo, ayo
Broke in the pop game and they say I sold out, okay, no doubt
Goal for the window of any business a sold-out sign
For making it independently, I'm the outline
You could never out-rhyme, outshine
'Bout time that I got the recognition
They love you when you ain't got no pot to p*ss in
Shut the f*ck up and listen
Yeah I was here and then they ditch him
I retire, then they miss him
I come back, and then they b*tchin' like "Ah!"
[Intrerlude]
Yes, this is so
You know what it is?
I've never rapped like this before, and it's actually hard
It is actually a challenge, bro
And that's what f*ckin' music is about
And that's what hip-hop is about
Matter fact, save this n*gga
Put it in the hook, here we go

[Verse 2]
Yo, ayo
This is lyrics when you hear them, bow down and revere it
Ain't no need to fear it 'less your sh*t is wack
Got nothing but bars, word to Bourbon Street, hard as concrete
Take a scalpel to your ankles just to show you defeat
Let it register, then peep the receipts, you sow what you reap
A lyrical freak, far from my peak, and the word on the street
I bring the heat, I can't lie to you
I'm here to body you, to hit the motherf*ckin' rendezvous
Check, sh*t is god level, the revel, nobody can rebel
I'm sick as the devil, I'm Dwayne Johnson, you f*ckin' pebble
Presidential with the vessel, never one to embezzle
My di*k big, my money gross, let's toast to excess
Peep the success, b*tch, I'm in the middle of Little Italy
Literally no way you could never get rid of me
'Cause I started from the bottom, the basement, the f*cking garbage
Now I'm on top and you talking sh*t, hell nah, b*tch
You mad that I'm rich, you mad that I made it
I'll rub it in your face and paint it in your blood just to illustrate it
Leave these pussies castrated and faces exacerbated
Spend all day talking about me, you fascinated
I'll rip your intestines out of your abdomen
Through your as*h*le and choke you with 'em
I'm sicker than venom, I'll murder you like OGs in prison
Do to child molesters and rapists of women
I'm a beat shark that grew legs and evolved from swimming
You know I started from the bottom, flows I got 'em
Bars, I got 'em, yeah you know I f*ckin' got 'em
Leaving you stuttering to g-g-get sh*t out like Joe Biden
Ridin' in the whip with the homies on some m.A.A.d city sh*t
This that gritty sh*t, Brooklyn Nine-Five, New York City sh*t
You can hate me now, P. Diddy sh*t
I started from the bottom, yeah I really did
And everything they say is true when you get really big
$500,000 for a gig, that's why I bought a Charizard for a quarter mil'
Hip-Hop Twitter mad, f*ck how you feel