Season of The Martian Lyrics

I done seen every environment

You worried bout the cost, I put it on without a second guess

Niggas throwing threats

You a big dog? Well do it then

Ain't endorsed by Nike, but you know that nigga keep a tech (Check)

Nigga swear he hate me, but he watching me just like a bitch

I ain't gone act like it ain't easy to get that nigga stretched

Forty-four on my hip, get his ass re-elected

Close one door, open another one let's see what's waiting

Many men wish death on me, I feel like "50 Cent"

She a gold digger, that pussy a metal detector

Yeah, the shit I got on cost about, fifty yen

That's the thousand, not the dollar

You can't find it, it ain't in

(Yeah, it's members only)

I cannot provide the bin

You need fire hit up Kev

You want to try it? Break a leg

Hella situations dire, asking God why I'm not dead

She suck me like a vampire, right in the seven where that bloodshed

Hoe if I don't do enough what about all that trickin'

I'm on my grind and I can't stop, now I gotta spin

Call him Kurt, he tryna take my sauce, it's to best stay out the kitchen

Call her hurt, she tryna take my flaws and use 'em as a weapon

Only I can help myself, I feel like iayze and not the jigga

I feel like a fuckin racist, gotta break another nigga

Yeah, it's crazy my baby

You know that I'm wavy

This Martian shit run deep

I'm taking off in a spaceship

Niggas is suffering

I'll never trust a bitch again

Hit a lick with a mask, it's season of the witch again

10k crazy, here he go with that stick again

Can't leave no nice shit around, I got sticky hands

If you got a hoe, I'm calling Flo, he gone hit her friend

'Cause I'm taking yours, then I'm taking out the middle man