J-Sharp - Martian Lyrics

(I just be rolling 'round,
I just be rolling 'round 'round,
I just be rolling 'round,
I just be rolling 'round,)
(Yea, what?)

I just be rolling 'round town, rolling 'round the hood (I'm rolling)
Bad bitch in the passenger huh, look like Meagan Good (bad bitch)
Sticks and drums stay in the trunk, wish a nigga would (yea)
My whole life man I been different yea, been misunderstood (Uh huh)
I ain't have too many options a nigga had to get it poppin' (Alright, huh)
Private flights out the country I can walk to the cockpit (Fuh, yea yea)
Inhale and I go to space (Space)
Feel like a Martian (Yea yea yea)
Bitch go to hell get the f*ck out my face (Face)
Only want me cuz I'm popping

(Yea, what?
Huh huh huh
Yea yea)
Stand on my bands and I'm Pippen
Ain't nobody tried to listen
A young prodigy I been had the vision
Got niggas stalking me I see 'em in the distance (Yea)
Oppas tryna get me (Yea)
Hate to see I'm winning
Got goons that's trained to go
One push I'll send 'em on a mission
I'm going chimp planet of the apes or sum
You can't be 'round me not talking bout cake or sum
My come up a blessing 'cus I really came from nothing
Just copped a new fur that bitch came from Russia
Opps be pointing fingers like we ain't gone touch 'em
Every stick got a silence
Guns money drugs violence
I done seen way to many switch up on me (No) that's why I ain't got a lot of friends (Woah)
Stay on my grind gotta make a lotta M's (Woah)
Steady increasing the dividends (Yea)
I'm the one that's gone be on top in the end (Yea)
Man I swear I'm the goat see the evidence? (Uh huh)
Do it for the ones without a better chance (Uh huh)
I'm ahead of the game man I'm too advanced (Uh huh)
Know the ones that stayed down, told 'em trust the plan (Uh huh)

I just be rolling 'round town, rolling 'round the hood (I'm rolling)
Bad bitch in the passenger huh, look like Meagan Good (Bad bitch)
Sticks and drums stay in the trunk, wish a nigga would (Yea)
My whole life man I been different yea, been misunderstood (Uh huh)
I ain't have too many options a nigga had to get it poppin' (Alright, huh)
Private flights out the country I can walk to the cockpit (Huh, yea yea)
Inhale and I go to space (Space)
Feel like a Martian (Yea yea yea)
Bitch go to hell get the f*ck out my face (Face)
Only want me cuz I'm popping (Poppin')

(Mmm yea
Mmm yea yea yea
Mmm uh uh, yea)