[intro]
Yessuh yessuh
Don’t cry boy
Don’t cry boy
I got my chain on too
I got my chain on too
[Verse 1]
You think you can body me nigga
I pull up and catch me a body my nigga
I can not trust anybody but jigga
If I got a problem, He prolly gone killem
I came with a choppa he came with a pistol
Aim and propel and the bullets gone hit you
Call up my shotta I bet that he get you
Kick in the door Bet yo family gone miss you
Shootin’ my shot like I play for the bay
Run the guap I don’t sell where I stay
Yo bitch hit my line now she callin’ me bae
When she hit yo line she was givin’ me brain
I want the money I’m cool on the fame
Niggas act funny I’m clutchin’ that thang
Niggas act funny they sayin’ they gang but I don’t know they name Better watch what you claim
[Chorus]
I feel like a Martian (Martian)
Space coup like Martin (Martin)
Hothead we sparkin’ (sparkin’)
You talk you barkin’ (barkin’)
I feel like a Martian Martian
Space coup like Martin Martin
I feel like a Martian Martian
Space coup like Martin Martin
I feel like a Martian (Martian)
Space coup like Martin (Martin)
Hothead we sparkin’ (sparkin’)
You talk you barkin’ (barkin’)
[Verse 2]
I wanna go buy my mom a new house
I wanna put my lil brother through school
Hate when these niggas start running they mouth
Just like construction, I carry a tool
Move with the money I married it too
Breakin’ the laws I don’t care bout the rules
Breakin’ the laws yeah I’m breakin’ em off
And if I’m still hungry I’m takin’ yo food
If I do a Verse than I’m gone need a check
Go to the jeweler I ice out my neck
Don’t want the Rollie I want the Patek
If niggas start reachin’ I’m leavin’ arm wet
I can’t commit bitch I just want a night
She fell in Love now I fucked up her life
She got way too attached turned that bitch to a dike
(She got way too attached turned that bitch to a dike)
[Chorus]
I feel like a Martian (Martian)
Space coup like Martin (Martin)
Hothead we sparkin’ (sparkin’)
You talk you barkin’ (barkin’)
I feel like a Martian Martian
Space coup like Martin Martin
I feel like a Martian Martian
Space coup like Martin Martin
I feel like a Martian (Martian)
Space coup like Martin (Martin)
Hothead we sparkin’ (sparkin’)
You talk you barkin’ (barkin’)
Martian was written by Ware.
Martian was produced by Greggy Westside.