PNC - Camouflage lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm on the bag kick the plate up I'm on the track kick the plate up I'm on the bag kick the plate up (yeah) I'm on the track kick the plate up I'm dressed it up The liquor's in my arteries Kitchen top looking similar to pharmacies They ran their mouth Now we're finding out the talks tall I'm coming out That means fire for your aux cord I see that clip So all I'm hearing is my son's flow But f** the kids All I care is that my funds grow Who got the doughs Let's feel it on a laptop I run the game since the days I had a mascot (what's up) No introduction needed My circumference undefeated Every hand I play is royal flush And then I just repeat it Beat em to d**h in fact I hit like Stephen stepping back We still about our cash money You better put respect on that Rappin that [?] music And it's patrick [?] produced it Do this on my own You know I never had to supergroup it New sh** to flood the net I been through hell but nonetheless I still telling my tale till my body fail and come to rest [Chorus] On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage Yeah we on our way to Mars We all fully charged With our whole entourage at the bar Dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage Yeah we on our way to Mars We all fully charged With our whole entourage at the bar Dressed in camouflage [Verse 2] Come off the [?] We pursue the payday With some wait to their sh** for me to stay grounded Only move that they make is a pump fakes I got a real one standing adjacent With American swag of an actress Then look at the girls that you're chasing Either ratchet bat sh** or catfish We're in the habitat getting drunk That Jameison about to sink in Big bag of caps in the trunk Not gonna feel my face for the weekend Try looking in the eyes of a k**er But those guys in the park start smoking They'll tell you like Bryson Tiller (dope) [Verse 3] Dope I am the bud Rhythm method is the distribution Music is the drug We been a New Zealand institution Rhyming out my mind Since I signed up with Thirty Records And about the time I hit Thirty Moved it to independent status Called codes Shout out to Jordan and to Amo Were in God mode You was a rappin so Come and turn your game Damn I need a charge Somebody pa** a pill already On my way to Mars And when i come it's like the military [Chorus] On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage Yeah we on our way to Mars We all fully charged With our whole entourage at the bar Dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage Yeah we on our way to Mars We all fully charged With our whole entourage at the bar Dressed in camouflage [Outro] On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage On my way to Mars Whole squad dressed in camouflage