Hayden Problems - Uber lyrics

[Intro] Nick Marley, Back At It What is it about? Money or sk** Money or sk** Money or sk** Money or sk** Money or sk** [Hook: Nick Marti] Got the Uber jammin' Future Watch my shoes as I maneuver Problems on problems And Problems producing this Problems with Marti; and Marti's the shooter Verses like a 9, Rap game intruder, Mastering Music A cool guy aim on bulls-eye; Rap game graduate student Drastic improvement, I'm happy to do this, I tutor the tutors I prefer the two door when moving Now load up the weed in the hookah So I can pa** out and just dream of the future The future? man I need it sooner [Verse 1: Nick Marti] What does money do? Is it fun for you? Do you stash alot? Buy everything that comes to you? Is your mind weak? Are your thoughts full? Cause music does things money can't do This rap thing seems brand new Put you rappers on a cobb like randall Your flow broke need a doc; James Andrews "Nick you're too fly, no pilot can land you" uhh [Hook: Nick Marti] Got the Uber jammin' Future Watch my shoes as I maneuver Problems on problems And Problems producing this Problems with Marti, and Marti's the shooter Commonly known as a rap game intruder I just keep showing this drastic improvement Im happy to do it Load up the weed in the hookah So I can pa** out and just dream of the future (It's Marti Time) [Verse 2: Nick Marti] I just wanna go from shopping on the dollar menu To selling out all my favorite venues All because of this music; this art, this heart It's the very reason I am here right now I know it's just a start Hear the ba** drop; Watch me take off You don't wanna face off Headed to the top, you don't wanna find me Better chance if you just stay lost You can stay alive, Y'all sleep till 5 Im up at 5 AM If hip-hop had a twitter I'd be in those DM's Typing k**er a** lyrics then press send You girls ain't worth it Rather write a verse real quick In a hearse real quick HP sent it to me, so you know I had to come through to murk this sh** You can't hang with us; hang curtains kid You can't sit with us, can't spit with us I got bars like the judge about to sentence us And I cook up all the beef ever sent to us Make sure they don't ever mention us Again; Say when Is this all the competition I'm facing? I replace them then I will fade them Me and my crew pull up it's like your star-gazing Yeah, my flow is f**ing amazing To say the least I'ma beast, A rapid pit-bull off the leash You cannot keep Me outside I'm inside with a freak, in the sheets with my meat out, yeah I just hit it once and had to say "peace out" You don't get my number, you don't get to eat out My album cover should be a sign that says "keep out" Momma I ain't make it, but look at me now I am smoking weed, and I am focusing On rap, among all these other things And not knowing my real mom might have troubled me But it's okay I wasn't your cup of tea But I promise on everything you won't hear from me Ever again, revenge, is a dish best served cold It's feeling like a blizzard so you better get a fur coat Nick Marti coming for you rappers on the low, woah But i'm still low-key Hollup bro, how do you not know me? You ain't heard my verses? you ain't heard this sh**? I know you know my name, you ain't heard of Nick? You ain't heard of the new school leader,why don't you greet em? Any rapper that's in front of me I will beat em Any rapper that's behind me I will lead em Back then I sent you a verse and you ain't need em, yeaaah I remember you wasn't with it Remember sending verses, I remember hearing crickets Now it's ironic, how im jumping over every rapper in my distance [Outro] You ain't got no f**ing Marti in your Serato, bro?