Nick Marti - Views You Can't Imagine lyrics

[Intro] (Yeaaaaaaah, Its Nick Marti... Well Nick Marley And I don't need too much in life Tell em tell em tell em) [Hook] All I need whats inside my sweet Numbs the pain from not living out my dreams Keeps my mind at ease Always thought the top is somewhere I should be (Somewhere I should be) Momma I'ma ball Keep rapping till my numbers called Never felt like I don't belong If you doing what you love, you ain't doing nothing wrong at all Yeah you ain't doing nothing wrong [Verse 1: Nick Marti] Now a days the weeds like my shadow Skinny, but her mind right My minds too shallow Im in a battle for love Im in a battle for d** And I will battle you babbling rappers, I ain't making it up One verse, or maybe just one touch Mid-season Marti, No need to shake of the rust Girl we ain't cool I will shake off your hug Where were you when my mic was wrapped up with some gloves? Made my own pop filters Now I pop verses and write scriptures I lock hold and tight grip ya Get there like "Marti sent ya" Now you going up cause the d** all in ya Have my man roll it; We just hit the city Hotbox the Cadi know my boys is with me Los, Bg, Both Haydens, John, Matt, and Jimmy Yeah keep my circle tight like a verse from biggie So uhhh I can't rap cause I ain't sold a brick? Or hit a lick? or banging crip? My flow the sh** My flow is lit My flow is IT Like Skoal, I dip Into the night, Im so done with it Shoutout to CJ, yeah we so official b**h And Ima Giant too, on my San Francisco sh** Well ima monster on my f**ing billy crystal sh** Just use google cause I know you probably missing it Swinging swords and i'm slaying doubt I give em statements, I dont need no bank account Im out in Vegas with Problems we major now My verse contagious, Im honest, Im blazing now I spazz now, you back now I can tell you mad now Im in my room smoking khalifa till I pa** out And I dont even practice My bars are straight crashing My bars are straight madness The top close Im grabbing it [Hook] All I need whats inside my sweet Numbs the pain from not living out my dreams Keeps my mind at ease Always thought the top is somewhere I should be (Somewhere I should be) Momma I'ma ball Keep rapping till my numbers called Never felt like I don't belong If you doing what you love, you ain't doing nothing wrong at all Yeah you ain't doing nothing wrong [Verse 2 : Nick Marti] All these, all these Late nights on the patio My notepad out; The air blows cold I just blow out Os; I just think of flows Put it down, give it to y'all and I just see how it goes Will they say it's a cla**ic or just wack sh**? What does this white boy know about all this rap sh**? I mastered my craft, I am way beyond average A savage, I damage these beats I am handed Thanks Problems for handing me beats; this is magic Van Gundy, and Shaq, on my 03' T-Mac sh** I'm dunking in traffic; behind the back pa**es Life gets so real in these dreams I be having These dreams I be having don't seem to be lasting That 7 AM alarm leaves my dreams crashing I wake up and drive to work, music be blasting Why am I at this job? I wanna be rapping I wanna be rooftop with Mac Miller pa**ing A blunt back and forth we just freestlying laughing You see the brakes slamming the people collapsing My raps leave these people gasping and just grasping For air; I don't care Where were y'all when my dad went pawned by 64 for his own bad habits? I really get past it, don't live in the past Change my opinion on being a Dad, gotta thank him for that I was 14 had to buck up and just become the man Before I was 15, I knew I was the man Spit back that first verse and I was like "Damn!" Then I just ran, with it, the lyrics are gifted Just document all my transition From sitting on benches To rapping is paying these bills Having meetings in buildings With views you can't imagine Liquor you haven't tasted And numbers you cannot fathom I'm test driving phantoms Told you my dreams are so big who says I cannot wake up and yawn and just reach out and grab em Told you my dreams are so big Now im just test driving phantoms With liquor you haven't tasted And numbers you cannot fathom With views you can't imagine