Martina

I want you to look me in my eyes Do you see something different? Do you see something changing in me? Can you tell something’s missing? I lost my mind a long time ago, people hear my style ago Crazy like I won a race, got a few miles to go. Two goals in life Stay humble, count my dough after two million albums sold I’m still underrated Got snuffed from the freshmans, it didn’t change my demeanor 'Cause I skipped a few grades, in this game I’m a senior. Big man on campus, I just stay up and watch These rappers make up stories, trying to change up the plots. Puff they chests on records, just for me to deflate them I’m bulldozing you niggas, no treaty, no ultimatum! When I’m back in the Bay, they’re treating me like I made it Can’t even walk in the AM PM, these folks going crazy. Black Martin Scorsese used to ride on that AC Transit And the way we run the game you would think that we planned it Uh, I’m whiling about and they can’t understand it. Trashing top floor suit to pay for the damage. Still living at my momma house Looking at real estate, finna' buy my momma house Told Martina, “get what the fuck you want!” I’m an example how you could do what a fuck you want Just gotta believe that shit, nigga How profound! Now the hope is for you to see yourself in him Him in you. In his kind You feel gravity forcing your hand Tonight only dream, but they’re executing Sincerely yours