Martin $ky

Martin $ky - Void lyrics

rate me

Holly hub sykes, dusting ashes off my denim

Bucket hat up on my cranium, blaming them for the alien

Made it, categories, spit is sicker than they is

Microphone checking and hoping you niggas playing

Never free us, only factual, I meant normal

Getting recognition from saying absolutely nothing

In the sinner’s butt

I’m only resting when I’m considered the best

And that will probably be tomorrow, understand it, let it settle in

A toast for them guys, blunts for the brides … ahead of the laws

That you placed upon a rapper that be spitting on some other shit

Talking tone about a revolution, I’m the head of it

Turn into a literal animal with the pen in hand

Energy, yeah, I’m finna speaking in span so I don’t give a damn

Ozone on my window pane, nigga

I’m in the clouds, I be soaring through the distance, man

Boy of the new sounds, I bet I’m in it

Crowd full of hands up, I’m tryna get it

Rolling up, chilling, y’all tripping, got a lil’ weed in my system

And a whip, blast my own music, park it here, packing lot pimping

Boy of the new sounds, I bet I’m in it

Crowd full of hands up, I’m tryna get it

Rolling up, chilling, y’all tripping, got a lil’ weed in my system

And a whip, blast my own music, park it here, packing lot pimping

Simplicity is bitter sweet, look at it bitterly

I’m pondering on cinnamon sticks and rap wizardry

Pause at the end of the equation we just tryna solve

Yeah, ain’t tryna wait but niggas wanna stall

And get put off ‘cause I ain’t really trying to wait on y’all

Take the bait and pray it ain’t no hook inside your fucking jaw

Type on my problem, never going back, no

Bar 24, there’s clothes and some shit on that now

I be from the city where you lack and get on up

No, I ain’t killing but all of my niggas give no fucks

Please don’t be no stain, everybody tryna come up

I’mma be cooler with my homies, blowing ozone until the sun’s up

Boy of the new sounds, I bet I’m in it

Crowd full of hands up, I’m tryna get it

Rolling up, chilling, y’all tripping, got a lil’ weed in my system

And a whip, blast my own music, park it here, packing lot pimping

Boy of the new sounds, I bet I’m in it

Crowd full of hands up, I’m tryna get it

Rolling up, chilling, y’all tripping, got a lil’ weed in my system

And a whip, blast my own music, park it here, packing lot pimping

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