Martians ft. Obie Trice, Mr. Shiz Nasty & Sentury Status Lyrics

I'm feeling like a nigga up in shackles

I wanna be free, but this bitch keep hand cuffing me

Everytime Obie leave she's pulling my sleeve

Saying "Obie deceive he don't believe"

But babygirl I just wanna be free

I'm tired of being home for your ass before 3

When you're not pleasing me

Dirty up your knees and blow some trees

You Rollin' with a G baby

Smoke done filled the room

Tried my best but I can't see you

I'm friends with the moon

Outer space where imma be soon

Yea this planet ain't for me

Ain't shit sweet here no more

I'mma fly up with a Martian

Catch me on another planet I ain't been before

I am not a human, I'm an interstellar alien

Keep this game up on my back I'm valiant, I'm daily in it

Finally I got this fan base, they be listening

I ain't streaming yo diss you can mail me the shit

Merry Christmas homie

This shit get lonely when you're this lit

They don't ever hit my phone or support Province only fuck with their clique

Then get on IG cting like this bitch told me shit

But he didn't, he following my footsteps

Like he doing FBI work, under cover yea

Wondering what's next for me, that's enough bitch

Don't you do I what I do, I ain't close this book yet

It's basically me and nasty, running this whack scene

I'm dastardly stuffing racks like a mammoplasty

They cast me to be the king, like this shit was acting

Pass me? That's a joke ain't worthy of my laughing

Smoke done filled the room

Tried my best but I can't see you

I'm friends with the moon

Outer space where imma be soon

Yea this planet ain't for me

Ain't shit sweet here no more

I'mma fly up with a Martian

Catch me on another planet I ain't been before

Cold nights at the shore, as the fog rolls in,

Gettin scolded by my mama, when she caught me smoking,

Wing manning my boy, he got mid game, but he shoot from deep range, feel like derozan,

Young nasty is chosen, none of my homies knew I was golden til they seen a show

You know I'm holding, but if you ain't coming with cash in your pocket then you gotta go

I came from the streets of LC

Now I'm rocking LV

What does that tell me (uh)

Her ass lookin healthy

Flick on the telly

Everything I see about me (uh-huh)

I been rolling wit these Gs since a youngin

Been straight thuggin, cooking verses hotter than an oven

I give these bitches nothin, when they all expecting something

I guess that just what happen when you buzzin