Da Martian - The Bottom

We in this hoe
We in this hoe
We in this hoe

Yea martian

If you grindin
You gon eat
If you broke
Then you gon starve
Yea i started from the streets
But now im shootin for the stars
I use to walk where i had to be
But now im thinkin foreign cars
You see the things i had to see
Now you see why im goin hard

I was raised in the gutta
Single mother all brothers
I came from the struggle
Seen god work wonders
Those cold ass winters
And those hot ass summers
That sparked my hustle
Hustle hustle hustle
Now im back like i never left
Oh yes you guessed correct
Its the best yet
From tex
Where the ex got left
Like george strait
Ive been straight grindin for 4 days
Been shootin these verses like throw aways
I probably do more a day
Than they do in a week
How does he go
And his flow is just smoother than minc
Bitch
Probably got 2 in the sheets
Geez
Probably got 2 in the sweet
Please
Nobody can do it like me
Schoolin em like
I knew i could teach
How you gon go in an ruin the beat
No workin
No goin to eat
I want a mc laren with the gold in the seats
And a house in the hills for going to sleep
And a condo in houston for smoking my weed
And a couple of M's for the bros on my team
I do this for fisha
My bro live through me
I feel it in my soul
Whenever i speak
Man from the northeast
Seen better days
Like how does he do it
This kid out of houston
That's drippin this fluid
He callin it sauce
Grindin from monday to monday
Hopin that one day
These bitches be callin me boss
With a rolls on the road
Im switchin these lanes
And im hoggin em all
Dont know what to call it
I guess im just ballin
Im ballin im ballin
Im ballin I ball

If you grindin
You gon eat
If you broke
Then you gon starve
Yea i started from the streets
But now im shootin for the stars
I use to walk where i had to be
But now im thinkin foreign cars
You see the things i had to see,
Now you see why im goin hard

Im thinkin pullin up in a lambo
I want my money heavy
I can barely hold my pants
If you feel me then put ya fuckin hands up
Come up in this bitch
And hold this hoe ransom
Like damn son
Where you get that
Come up off the chain
The game and the range
Like wait whats that
Hold up dont try nothing fonie
Got my homies
And they posted in the back
And they
Strapped up like a bungee jumper
When the choppa get to bustin
It'll sound like a drummer drummin
12 gauge
Yea i got about a dozen of em
Ima grind homie
Til the homie
Got a bunch of money
Got a couple honeys
And they touchin on each other
Getting lovey dovey
And im lookin at these hoes
Like i did it on my own
Got a couple hood ones
And a couple centerfolds

If you grindin
You gon eat
If you broke
Then you gon starve
Yea i started from the streets
But now im shootin for the stars
I use to walk where i had to be
But now im thinkin foreign cars
You see the things i had to see,
Now you see why im goin hard

If you grindin
You gon eat
If you broke
Then you gon starve
Yea i started from the streets
But now im shootin for the stars
I use to walk where i had to be
But now im thinkin foreign cars
You see the things i had to see,
Now you see why im goin hard

Written by:
Martin Gonzalez

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