Martian - 25

I'ma get what i deserve
Millions down to the cent that I'm worth
Dunno if this is a blessing or curse
I ain't walk to my death he can step to me first
The things i'd get done if I redid my youth
I know where i'm heading i don't need no proof
This here a life sentence so go head and shoot or its
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I never asked for anybodies opinion
And half the game looking at me like I'm stupid
The other half don't know who the fuck I am
And don't care if you wondering what the truth is
I didn't come to be bought, bullied or beaten
I shed all the dead weight now most of the game useless
I came to fuck with the herd, fuck what you heard
The thorn in your side, pain in your ass and a fucking nuisance woo
Look out little homie your daddy be coming through
Everybody talking game but i don't see the proof
Leave a pile of ashes when i step out of the booth
homie just imagine what the hell I'd do to you
Bet that I be the truth, Bet that I'm overdue
Bet that I put the work in, Bet that I got the proof
These rappers are watered down, nobody gets the soup
Bet if I get a shot I'm definitely gonna shoot
Ya'll rappers on some bullshit
Working on your image but none of y'all really do this
Take away all of ya teams and producers
And you record sound like holding you finger out like pull this
I do it every style i ain't get a mention
I make the beats myself I ain't get a mention
I play the instruments
Well fuck that i'ma scorch half of the planet to get your fucking attention

25 25 25 woo
25 25 25 woo
I'ma get what i deserve
Millions down to the cent that I'm worth
Dunno if this is a blessing or curse
25 25 25 woo

Always in the shadow of somebody
Couldn't get a girl, this cracker wanted a polly
I took every loss and turned it into a plan
And channelled it into all of the things i want to embody
They were spending the wealth, I was living in hell
They were making the noise, I was moving in stealth
Now that i'm getting booked you mad that you on the shelf
The difference is Im only ever competing with myself
I was building my networks, Steady upping my net worth
You was on porn hub trying to make your net work
You was feeling the pressure all of these internet nerds
Want up on my mixes but none of them really measured
Up up and away, fuck ups in the place
One hand in the air, nuts up in your face
These rappers too scared scrunched up in the face
But if you draw on me I'ma leave you with no trace
They ain't like me on the radio
Everybody asking for it they ain't wanna play it though
They say i don't suit, I don't wanna tailor though
And be like all these rappers steady begging for a favour though
Meanwhile they gon turn me down
Even after i hit the road and I burn each town
Kill every show man i earn these crowds
I'm bout to mash their face into the speakers like you heard me now?

I'ma get what i deserve
Millions down to the cent that I'm worth
Dunno if this is a blessing or curse
I ain't walk to my death he can step to me first
The things i'd get done if i redid my youth
I know where i'm heading i don't need no proof
This here a life sentence so go head and shoot or its
25 25 25 woo

I'ma get what i deserve
Millions down to the cent that I'm worth
Dunno if this is a blessing or curse
25 25 25 woo

Written by:
Daniel Cooper

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