Mark Battles

Mark Battles - Conscious lyrics

rate me

ft. Dizzy Wright

Yo, we’re here, man

Four hundred thousand downloads, forty thousand sales, it’s Fly America, man

Let’s toast to the fact that I rose from the cracks

Now they gotta pay me for the shows and the raps

Don’t you get too crazy, got my bros in the back

Shout out my nigga Scrap, he’ll leave you where you at

But I ain’t into that, I’m tryna keep it so cool

Said I was the man, well man, that’s so true

Even without a signal my messages go through

Said you want it, but I need it, I’m guessing we both do

Told you that I’m here and don’t take it for granted

Tryna open up these doors and I ain’t being romantic

I dropped pre-season, now they starting to panic

Better tell Bruno Mars that we the best on the planet

I’mma get it ‘cause I’m so efficient

With more lines than a coke addiction

This broken system can’t hold me victim, I know the difference

Frigid, they scratch their head saying, “no, he didn’t”

Go hard, shut down your bars like the prohibition

My family trippin’ ‘cause I’m rolling the dice

All the wrongs in my life, I’m here making them right

Yeah, it costs to be the boss, that’s why I’m paying the price

Turned a dream into a thing, what a hell of a life

It’s Battles

Knocking it out this time, you little bitches

Trippy thoughts, baby, don’t be scared of the future

Don’t pretend that you like being somebody that you ain’t used to

My flow cold, my mother could see that way before computers

It started in me and now I got game for all the intruders

‘Cause it’s world peace till the end of times, smoking weed and preventing crime

Tell ‘em all my niggas finna shine (y,o all my niggas finna shine)

Look, when we yelling loud, niggas told me to settle down

I sped up just to leave suckas, y’all fell off, and I held it down

I swear I could sell anything, pretty much too big for anything else

Look, without the wealth I was spitting that shit they felt

And busting shit in the studio in that Vegas heat until I melt

Come back to life, told ‘em I got dabs on that championship belt

Nice guy but I ain’t tryna to 2-step with niggas

Them thirsty niggas only make me wanna suplex a nigga (got ‘em)

Fuck who you met nigga that dickriding shit is whack to us

Them cool kids that won’t change is making motherfuckers adapt to us

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