[Verse:1 TomArts]

I can see the stars but that wasn't a surprise
I be damned if pretty hoes be the cause of my demise
I'm on the rise to the top and you knew that
Laughing at haters and blowing smoke with they bitches
Real niggas I like to look at the sky
Thinking deep inside why I'm alive
It's to strive hard grind hard and kick it with my niggas
Maybe a couple bitches that look at stars imagining how's life on Mars
Hit this here don't think so hard
Critics asking how they got this far
By murdering these tracks with these bars
The fans show more love than Christmas cards
It's real out here find ya distance boss
I'm clean as fuck you think I'm really Tryna brawl
Hands will get dirty so the message is raw

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[Verse:2 Summers]

I can see the stars we shootin' to the top
GrassHeads is my squad we ain't never gonna stop
It's a 302 take over you know we gonna pop
Divine intervention my mind is getting chopped
My thoughts keep racing, the haters keep hatin'
After this verse ima' catch a lyrical flagrant
That wasn't my intention but did I even mention?
If I keep spittin' ima' catch me a suspension
Like Rasheed Wallace, Ballin' for the Pistons
A future hall of famer you can call me the savior
While the movements still great
Im ballin' like Kobe and Shaq for the Lakers
If the games on the line it's mine for the taking
But nah I ain't waiting, it takes time for greatness
You need a little patience
Im here to take my spot, Your space is still vacant
They say the games dead, well im here to erase it
Face It

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