[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
Grown man bars, Cuban cigars
Blowin' smoke all the way to Mars
The universe is ours, even in the ghetto tarot cards
It read we would all become stars
The block made us hard, the street poetry in these scars
We park our low-riders in the yards
We put the euro whips in the garage
Light some more cigars
On planet earth, blowing smoke to Mars
Dodgers

[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
Started from the bottom, no problem, I call her Adabor
Spot 'em in Impalas and Autumn, I found a pot of gold
Luke scripture 15:11, I'm not the prodigal
Son, but I'm the onе returning to get a lot of dough
Something likе American Idol, I let my talents show
Unfair advantage like Calicos at the Alamo
N***as want smoke, I distribute it like a manifold
Wanna be a savage like Travis, I got the antidote
Yo, Jesus piece hanging like they strung his neck up
Yeah, pockets like a doctor, I'ma run a checkup
Yeah, peepin' what I'm eatin', almost vegan
All that seasonin' every evenin', diseases beat me to heck ups
Squeezin' the ketchup, seizures are next up, the way it is
If I die, who gon' make a way for the kids?
I was thinking about my mother strugglin' to buy a baby bed for her son on the same day I paid for my crib
These are
[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
Grown man bars, Cuban cigars
Blowin' smoke all the way to Mars
The universe is ours, even in the ghetto tarot cards
It read we would all become stars
The block made us hard, the street poetry in these scars
We park our low-riders in the yards
We put the euro whips in the garage
Light some more cigars
On planet earth, blowing smoke to Mars
Dodgers

[Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
Grown man bars, I can't believe I can say that
Got me thinking about way back, mama watching Pat Sajak
Spin the wheel while the wheels spun outside in a great act
Legend to legend drops
His top split from the same Mac-11 he sold a couple weeks ago
That's a no no
Passed it and got shot, that's that ol' give and go
That was project livin' though
Hanger stuck in a TV, a fuzzy Arsenio while a neighbor braidin' my fro
I was to and fro' studios, switchin' up flows
Dabblin' in blow, hopin' the popo don't kick in my do'
What do you know, this rappin' shit happened before the trappin' shit
Fasten my fate, I'm actually havin' a moment, y'all wait
From buses to i8, the projects to my estate
This is way deeper than rap, God is great
May I continue to break curses and scribble these great verses
I pray that I'm giving more than I take
Young and this is
[Chorus: KXNG Crooked]
Grown man bars, Cuban cigars
Blowin' smoke all the way to Mars
The universe is ours, even in the ghetto tarot cards
It read we would all become stars
The block made us hard, the street poetry in these scars
We park our low-riders in the yards
We put the euro whips in the garage
Light some more cigars
On planet earth, blowing smoke to Mars
Dodgers