Uber

Nick Marley, Back At It
What is it about?
Money or skill
Money or skill
Money or skill
Money or skill
Money or skill
Got the Uber jammin' Future
Watch my shoes as I maneuver
Problems on problems
And Problems producing this
Problems with Marti; and Marti’s the shooter
Verses like a 9, Rap game intruder, Mastering Music
A cool guy aim on bulls-eye; Rap game graduate student
Drastic improvement, I’m happy to do this, I tutor the tutors
I prefer the two door when moving
Now load up the weed in the hookah
So I can pass out and just dream of the future
The future? man I need it sooner
What does money do?
Is it fun for you?
Do you stash alot?
Buy everything that comes to you?
Is your mind weak?
Are your thoughts full?
Cause music does things money can’t do
This rap thing seems brand new
Put you rappers on a cobb like randall
Your flow broke need a doc; James Andrews
«Nick you’re too fly, no pilot can land you» uhh
Got the Uber jammin' Future
Watch my shoes as I maneuver
Problems on problems
And Problems producing this
Problems with Marti, and Marti’s the shooter
Commonly known as a rap game intruder
I just keep showing this drastic improvement
Im happy to do it
Load up the weed in the hookah
So I can pass out and just dream of the future
(It's Marti Time)
I just wanna go from shopping on the dollar menu
To selling out all my favorite venues
All because of this music; this art, this heart
It’s the very reason I am here right now
I know it’s just a start
Hear the bass drop; Watch me take off
You don’t wanna face off
Headed to the top, you don’t wanna find me
Better chance if you just stay lost
You can stay alive, Y’all sleep till 5
Im up at 5 AM
If hip-hop had a twitter I’d be in those DM’s
Typing killer ass lyrics then press send
You girls ain’t worth it
Rather write a verse real quick
In a hearse real quick
HP sent it to me, so you know I had to come through to murk this shit
You can’t hang with us; hang curtains kid
You can’t sit with us, can’t spit with us
I got bars like the judge about to sentence us
And I cook up all the beef ever sent to us
Make sure they don’t ever mention us
Again; Say when
Is this all the competition I’m facing?
I replace them then I will fade them
Me and my crew pull up it’s like your star-gazing
Yeah, my flow is fucking amazing
To say the least
I’ma beast, A rapid pit-bull off the leash
You cannot keep
Me outside
I’m inside with a freak, in the sheets with my meat out, yeah
I just hit it once and had to say «peace out»
You don’t get my number, you don’t get to eat out
My album cover should be a sign that says «keep out»
Momma I ain’t make it, but look at me now
I am smoking weed, and I am focusing
On rap, among all these other things
And not knowing my real mom might have troubled me
But it’s okay I wasn’t your cup of tea
But I promise on everything you won’t hear from me
Ever again, revenge, is a dish best served cold
It’s feeling like a blizzard so you better get a fur coat
Nick Marti coming for you rappers on the low, woah
But i’m still low-key
Hollup bro, how do you not know me?
You ain’t heard my verses? you ain’t heard this shit?
I know you know my name, you ain’t heard of Nick?
You ain’t heard of the new school leader, why don’t you greet em?
Any rapper that’s in front of me I will beat em
Any rapper that’s behind me I will lead em
Back then I sent you a verse and you ain’t need em, yeaaah
I remember you wasn’t with it
Remember sending verses, I remember hearing crickets
Now it’s ironic, how im jumping over every rapper in my distance
You ain’t got no fucking Marti in your Serato, bro?