Martin Sky - Steam lyrics

(Verse One) Ah, get with the program n***a Tryna roll up some more grams n***a Yeah the pearl gawd gotta get the trees rolled Put the bong in the freezer get the steam cold Like ice still up in your head like lice Flip a QT for the right price When I be up in the booth What I spit is quite nice I ain't turned to a rap genius overnight aight What you talking about n***a if it ain't about the money then it doesn't make sense What you talking about b**h only dumb n***as brag about the money they spend Been on my third eye sh** holy trinity invested in the raps You can even check the tat Be rocking all black in the back Sippin tan juice I be getting zaped, yap My finna sit low as f** n***as can't see my eyes I'm tryna give half of a f** n***a i'm too high Felling on the loose got the gandar and the goose Interties are the lines I'm reciting in the booth That's crack ima heat it up say it on the track Ima break it down throw it in the wraps, yap Who working on they spitting ‘n producing Still k**ing every line they spit Apex with it better try hard n***a Cause I ain't gonna play yall n***as better quit Just be cool before the god of the raps rain down on you weak f**s That he be stuck up in my head probably go to the moon just to spark it up off the planet instead, yeah (Chorus x2) Forty to the face got a tab on my tongue n***a can't nobody tell me sh**, can't nobody tell me sh**, can't nobody tell me sh** Blunts get domed got buzzed on my own n***a can't nobody tell me sh**, can't nobody tell me sh**, can't nobody tell me sh** (Verse Two) Murder every time that I kick that sh** Blast off from the planet gunna rip then sip Open up your mind cause your wings got clipped You was quick to a**ume you didn't read about sh** Spark another owl n***a cut that talk Yall n***as fraud and you just got caught Rep one thing that's the real dawg Come rolling up the blunt with the pearl gawd This worldwide with it these n***as ain't sh** On my own I got it yah n***a had to get it Feeling like a n***a did shrooms in the womb Cause I came in this world and I still look different Pumps on my shoes it ain't really do sh** But it make me feel bool n***a get off my dick Let me live transcending well nah not really I'm just doing what I feel and the people f**ing with me, uh It took a minute but i'm here now n***a bout to rap my sh** Put the flame to the weed n***a f** that splif Lane change with the game cause the beat too sick, uh This that fly sh** in your speakers act like you know it This that work you n***as fiending went through all the motions Forty to the face got a tab on my tongue Spittin that crack gonna run up on your guns Put an eighth in the blunt got a quarter in my lungs I'm a trippy muthaf**er I be high for a month Mr. Rocket, it don't give a f** what people think Mr. make a beat and blast it till my eardrums bleed (Chorus x2)