Mars Jackson - Just Some Shit lyrics

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Relaxation lets your conscience be free

‘Cause in this world the top is where you’re finding me

Lost hearts ain’t golden, still mind stay potent

My grand emotion, half pure emotion

Compared to the dopest MCs like Karmin, Big L, LZ

Both Js, Lil Nass and Yasin, some of the coldest that’s ever been seen

That’s where the matter’s finest, newfound prince so I respected the highness

K9s gold touch, word to king Midas, but that golden touch will leave the liquor lifeless

Yeah, they use discretion, loyal to the righteous

Uncle doing 15 on indictments, free my OG, his wisdom timeless

Keep my head up, stay on assignments

Make sure you read everything ‘fore you sign it

It’s a long road when you tryna be iconic

Hard work a foe when it’s about this timing

Hoes will see their soul for them Instagram diamonds

Nigga, am I lying?

King Mufasa, no symbol, I’m a lion

Fuck waiting on them, man, we trying

ACS on the map, look, we flying

Front niggas and bitches stay whining

Many faces, no image, now who shining?

I ain’t even have to try, why you settle with?

Mars Jackson, motherfucker, how you chill, bitch?

I guess they want me to keep going

I guess they want me to keep flowing

Hey, my talent, fucking show it

Halo over my head, yeah, that bitch glowing

Ratchet bitches be talking, they be knowing

On top of the city, this is Pittsburg shit

But on top of the world, Lucasburg, bitch

High class on that ass, join the club, nigga

I’m a starter motherfucker, you’s a stub nigga

With a sub bitch, sub-rent her out

I started from the mouth, then I dug her out

I’m what hoes in the city be talking about

You are what these broke niggas be yapping about

Y’all flexin’ in this bitch, I’m finessin’ with this chick on this hyped, chill shit

Got a half asking bitch who only talk numbers

Say Mars, I’m in your life for this ignorant summer

‘Cause I’m in LA in October and my shit getting colder

And these lames steady rapping and they shit is so old, bro

Watch them snakes, nigga, I hate cobras, watch these bitches with all fucked up personas

Look, I’m tryna own shit, tryna do shit

Why you think I’m ‘bout to drop this hyped chill shit?

Get out my way, y’all in the way, nigga