Welcome U Gon Love Us by Theodore Martin Lyrics
[Verse 1: Theodore Martin]
From a different planet, and my plan is to plant this brain inside your campus
Spill out my heart when I paint these pictures, picture all the blood on the canvas
So the question I gotta ask is: do you hear what I gotta say?
I can say some other shit but I rather leave it where my drafts is
Cause I can play the game smart and your team still won't draft this, uhh
Why is the land lady always nagging us? Why am I on a different caliber?
They be like: "You cocky kid why you only stay modest as DJ Khaled does? (WE THE BEST)
Got dreams of riding a Rover? Bitch you'll be glad to make it to an Acura"
Why the cops harassing us? To pat us down
Sorry officer that you couldn't get through to me
The only way your gonna make it through to me is through truancy
Like I don't care if he raise his hand as long as he makes it to the seat
Here to murder your favorite rapper, Here to deliver his eulogy
They got you yelling fox news
Top stories is all similar man what you got new?
Every verse I write is gold you eating carrots for food
Far as my mind wonders what does typing 140 characters do?
I could weather any storm and switch the character of your mood and
Jeopardize every move that you make
Go ahead take a tab on every rule that we break
But I gotta pack metaphors
That only meteors could adore
Drop craters along your equator
How much war can you afford?
A Honda Accord? Can't put you in that mama gotta put you on 4
Wheels of them Benz's
Gotta put you on top of your boss business
Build up the walls and reconstruct your family bridges
Nah you don't need em' but I hate to see your life like that
Cause the reaper be around too much to waste time like that
Don't be trigga happy why would you put your life on the line like that?
It's hard tryna touch the souls of them boy'z who think 25 to life ain't bad
And to the people who don't understand it
Cause their future is all handed, to em'
And there family tree is all branched with:
Savings accounts, cars, and nice clothes branded
You can hate right through your cubicle
Cause your gonna see the truth could blow
That's like Paul Pierce in a bomb threat
Nuclear or atomic bombs I done leveled up on Saddam bitch
I ain't done yet
I ain't won yet
I ain't the one yet
I ain't touch the sun yet
So I gotta aim these guns at
The top stars
Gotta bring a herd of lions if I'm messing with the top dogs
Cause you gotta build it from the ground up
To knock the fucking top off
Lemme knock the fucking top off..
From a different planet, and my plan is to plant this brain inside your campus
Spill out my heart when I paint these pictures, picture all the blood on the canvas
So the question I gotta ask is: do you hear what I gotta say?
I can say some other shit but I rather leave it where my drafts is
Cause I can play the game smart and your team still won't draft this, uhh
Why is the land lady always nagging us? Why am I on a different caliber?
They be like: "You cocky kid why you only stay modest as DJ Khaled does? (WE THE BEST)
Got dreams of riding a Rover? Bitch you'll be glad to make it to an Acura"
Why the cops harassing us? To pat us down
Sorry officer that you couldn't get through to me
The only way your gonna make it through to me is through truancy
Like I don't care if he raise his hand as long as he makes it to the seat
Here to murder your favorite rapper, Here to deliver his eulogy
They got you yelling fox news
Top stories is all similar man what you got new?
Every verse I write is gold you eating carrots for food
Far as my mind wonders what does typing 140 characters do?
I could weather any storm and switch the character of your mood and
Jeopardize every move that you make
Go ahead take a tab on every rule that we break
But I gotta pack metaphors
That only meteors could adore
Drop craters along your equator
How much war can you afford?
A Honda Accord? Can't put you in that mama gotta put you on 4
Wheels of them Benz's
Gotta put you on top of your boss business
Build up the walls and reconstruct your family bridges
Nah you don't need em' but I hate to see your life like that
Cause the reaper be around too much to waste time like that
Don't be trigga happy why would you put your life on the line like that?
It's hard tryna touch the souls of them boy'z who think 25 to life ain't bad
And to the people who don't understand it
Cause their future is all handed, to em'
And there family tree is all branched with:
Savings accounts, cars, and nice clothes branded
You can hate right through your cubicle
Cause your gonna see the truth could blow
That's like Paul Pierce in a bomb threat
Nuclear or atomic bombs I done leveled up on Saddam bitch
I ain't done yet
I ain't won yet
I ain't the one yet
I ain't touch the sun yet
So I gotta aim these guns at
The top stars
Gotta bring a herd of lions if I'm messing with the top dogs
Cause you gotta build it from the ground up
To knock the fucking top off
Lemme knock the fucking top off..