Lyrics On Mars - Concept feat. Pescado Poncho

Sub zero with the bars I'm far from sub par
I'm in a place you cant reach probably on Mars
Some niggas get they riches and spend it on cars
I got a bunch of tattoos just to cover up my scars

I come from a place where wars victims be the innocent
Sons lost got mamma praying for deliverance
From evil, but it was either death or them sentences
Real nigga knew the risk when he did the shit

Sometimes I'm stressed out it's too much at once
I break down and roll up to meditate with a blunt
Copping shit I couldn't cause I didn't have the funds
Smoking on the best just to fill up my lungs

My uncles gave me game I absorbed it like a sponge
Middle fingers to them niggas that didnt show us love
I came from the slums all I know is drugs
When I'm down I get high just to rise above

I'm in a different world couldn't find me with an On star
I'm in a place you can't reach probably on Mars

Galactic, back like I practice chiropractics
Gravity is not a boundary nor is the atlas
The tab hits travel the universe from my mattress
3 Dabs blow ya top off that's a hat trick

Autotune plus these new dudes that's a bad mix
I order food roll a doob kick it wit my bad chick
I Deserve to make moves cause I been through some bad shit
And I can show you how to double up off a bad flip

We get high we get drunk and roll up some mo
A hundred or mo just to open the do
My trap is booming and that is fa sho
I'm always rapping at that I'm a pro

6 Blizzies getting twisted and we hit em in a row
This sizzurp got me dizzy but I got nowhere to go
These niggas doing Shiggy I still Heisman on that hoe
Plus a nigga so high might catch me flying in a boat

I'm in a different world couldn't find me with an On star
I'm in a place you can't reach probably on Mars

Ever since I was a kid, I told moms I'm going far
To a place you can't reach, probably on Mars
They thought I was tripping, watching too much star wars
But it's all in the view, I ain't talking Nardwuar huh
Shout out to Concept for bringing this concept
Food for thought, we've got the content to digest
Road to success, we've been making some progress
Don't believe me then just watch like a timex
N.O. Treez getting in their b-a-g
Pockets stay on bitch I gotta e-a-t
The bitch ain't mines if she ain't b-a-d
And I wouldn't be me without thc
See, I pour up, then proceed to breakdown and roll up
Bros before hoes bruh and never, ever fold up
Real g's keep their composure
You know now if nobody every told ya
They're sleeping on me, best wake up and smell the foldgers
I'm far from a snake, but I be spitting like a cobra
Went from a bench player, to an all star
I stay E.T. high, on Mars
Since I was a kid I told moms I'm going far
To a place you can't reach probably on Mars, on Mars
I said I'm probably on Mars, on Mars
I'm probably on Mars huh