Move To Mars! Lyrics - Face Off - Pastor Troy

Now who the fuck wouldn't be fucked up 

In the city where crack sells and clientele never tell yo life 

A nigga beats his wife, damn it's hurting me 

But I can't help her man 

The way this grind be working me 

Dodging the narc's, cop's pulling up they fuck with us 

'Cause we on our corner, can't tell 'em what I wanna 

If I do I'ma gonna 

They leave put they just ride the block 

I serve my rocks, bump 'em out before they next stop 

Fake ass cops 

Why the fuck these niggas fuck with me 

Muthafucker, I'm the one that pay ya salary 

Don't get fired 

Green making me so tired 

Telling they stories, chasing money so I let them bore me 

I know you could have been 

All I say is should have been 

Fuck reminiscing nigga 

How many hits ya getting 

So I can hit the house 

Try to smoke a ounce 

Let the weed protect me 

From everything I see in this fucked up reality 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

So I'm stuck to fearing of myself 

I'm nineteen going on death 

I should've left when I was born 

Cutting umbilical's 

The doctor should've cut my arm, right at my vein 

The pain make's me smoke the reefer 

Helps me relax 

It helps me really see this shit, I face the facts 

I act like I'm loving life, then I act fo' real 

Nigga's is getting shot, nigga's is getting killed 

But still nothing's done 

Questions asking me how can I sell to my people 

My people won't help me out 

I'm pissed but I can't pout 

Nothing change 'cause I'm mad 

Understand life comes and goes, so I guess it's a fad 

I often had to little, simulator my friend 

So you can't hate me or this game I'm in 

I have been with out a damn dime 

And it's fucked up, 'cause it's happened more than one time 

Therefore I grind 

I find myself angry 

November 18, God let this world claim me 

Against my wishes 

But this is how a nigga do ya 

Once ya born, it's like the Lord never knew ya, 'cause why 

'Cause this hell, ya either sell or ya getting sold 

Like we some slaves 

Though they say that we free, it's the same shit today 

A better way, don't lie to me 

The realest nigga, all I can see is reality 

God told me? 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

This world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

This world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

I've seen enough 

It's like I'm seeing the same shit again 

Nothing but thugs as friends 

Pretend it's cool 

Yeah, pretends it alright 

And this nigga begged me for food for the third night, in a row 

I didn't know that my own was so hungry 

I wonder if I was a bum would my people disown me 

Rather lonely, but than again hell we all alone 

To keep me from snapping 

I'm acting up on this songs 

The wrong damn nigga, the wrong damn time 

The right brand of liquor, the right size dime 

I blaze and hit the hennesy 

And I realize, this world wasn't meant for me 

Reality 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

This world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

I'm 'bout to move to Mars y'all 

The world a mess 

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