Cats on Mars

Small kid small town 772 Small rep, small crowd, I'm just feeling blue Started rap lost what I had like the flu Who needs a studio to rap when I’m brand new Made a song as a joke and it went far People bumped to my songs in their own cars Possibilities as low as living on Mars All I know is that is not meant to be a rap star I appreciate the love it really helps People compliment the fire on my Gucci belt Ima try something new so put on your seatbelts I don't need to live in hills, ill do just fine I ain't popping any pills, waste of my time Ride along with the thrills, like a zip line Cooking patties on the grill, like I cook rhymes I just wanna talk in person, not on facetime Trust me everything will work, I’m in my prime Didn't think id get this far, now its halftime Throw that ball in my face, yeah ill catch it My rap music a disgrace, I won't rep it Don't need nice shoes on my lace, I will trash it Don't need these rappers in my place, I ain't messing If you meet me face to face that's a blessing That's what all these fakers say, but they stressing Say you want all these diss-tracks, you obsessing Wear my tux buttoned up, I’m finessing I’m finessing on your girl with my Gucci I may wear a Dora watch and its juicy Watching all my child shows, max, and ruby I'm not a vegan but I gotta make a smoothie I don’t care about my cred or this album I need a chin, don't want to be like Calvin Give me that final punch, like I'm Falcon Cause I'm ordering all my grape juice, in gallons