Yeah I'm going hard, yeah
They say I'm going far, yeah
Different foreign cars, uh
Tryna go to Mars, yeah
I kind of feel like DeMar, ouu
It's hard to be a star, uh
Up in the booth not a bar
Kind of living large
We get turnt up, I couldn't remember
I just had to go and get my bands up
I don't think these niggas understand us
Got Belmont boyz these niggas don't want no cancer
And they don't give a fuck about a camera
And why she telling me just what a perc does
I know I got these niggas kind of nervous
And I'm still getting a bag when I'm turnt up
Yeah I'm going hard, yeah
They say I'm going far, yeah
A different foreign cars, uh
We tryna go to Mars, yeah
I kind of feel like DeMar, ouu
It's hard to be a star, uh
Up in the booth not a bar
Kind of living large
She told me she need a massage
So I gave her one, not
And if it's on your head it's better to keep one up top
Watch them claim that shit and them niggas white beam how
Man that bitch talk sick and she got a mighty mouth
And if it ain't a benefit then he gotta count me out
And I can't trust shit nigga come like Minnie Mouse
Thank god for the fiends had to use the trapping route
Lil kodak playing with the beam had to tell him put it down
My niggas in orange and burgundy
Even though they lie they chirp for me
Telling me they meant for me
As be as me as you can be
So I'm trapping on the feet
I make money on the beat
I ain't scared of no police
Drop a cheque and then I leap
We get turnt up, I couldn't remember
I just had to go and get my bands up
I don't think these niggas understand us
Got Belmont boyz these niggas don't want no cancer
And they don't give a fuck about a camera
And why she telling me just what a perc does
I know I got these niggas kind of nervous
And I'm still getting a bag when I'm turnt up