Back From Jupiter 9lokkNine

[Intro]
ArcazeOnTheBeat
[?], bitch, I'm from Mars
Mars, that's my home, on gang
But I'm back from Jupiter

[Verse 1]
Back from Jupiter
I'm the son of Mars, I'on know who it belong to
Rambezzy stuck on Neptune, he tellin' me "Get in tune"
Mike done brought that glizzy on the flight, now he screamin' postal (He screamin' postal)
You know I'm bout action, get it clapping, I'm gon' show you
Round of applause, and applaud what, you deaf dude?
This K gon do the most, this bitch knockin' like the bass do
Flashlight like Mase, hide your face and get a makeover
This the young nigga takeover, 180 in this Range Rover
My main focus to maintain and put my deuce at peace
Presidential suite, eight rooms just to fall asleep (Yeah)
People askin' "Why you put your mama through all them tears a week" (Okay)
I knew one day it'll all pay off and shit'll be fine and sweet
But everything gave everything how my image make it seem to be (Yeah)
Home boy switchin' up, testing his luck, that shit plain to see (Oh, that shit plain to see)
I'm clutchin' on a felon, after dark, committing burglaries (Committing burglaries)
Fell in line like fuck a spot, fuck a nigga mean?
Sittin' on a saint, taking notes whatev' can calm my brain
Tryna feel my pain, shit i'on even like to express myself
'Cause that shit make me think and reminisce, there weren't no fucking help
I'on like a bitch who put on makeup, take that off yo' face (Oh, yeah)
You look like a straight clown (Shit), what's more to say?
I'm 'bout to get lil to [?] ,she [?] peezy ace
Free my nigga out that program, I hold the breadskate
You in hot water, you bubbling now, she wanna give you face (Oh, yeah)
Too ugly to be fuckin' wit' ya, who this? Get out the way (Get out the way)
Bean got me booted, fuck that liq' I'm cool on your drinks
And if you think I be on heavy drugs, then you'on't even think
I'm tellin' you this shit strong-minded, I'm not your average teen
Like look, I woulda signed my life away but I got bankroll dreams
Like I got draft to NBA cuz I was gon' cream
G9 mixed the Glock, two double K's and put the K for C's
Errybody got a pair of eyes, don't view the same as me
These niggas all pretenders, copycats, but we equal, see?
They wanna run the city, it's fifty states, ayy, we all could eat
Dog talk, throw a couple bones and go and get off your feet