MARTYRS from ALL SMILES by NIC@NITE & KONG

[Verse 1: NIC@NITE]

Winning, I’m taking the cup and the belt and the crown and the ribbon and trophy
Reach for the stars like I’m SOPHIE
Y’aint got a bar that could hold me
Crash landing, I’m- (swish!)
But 314 ain’t got a home team
Swinging like Benjamin, Peter, Morales and Stacy, O’Hara and Hobie
Had to stick it to the man
Eye of the law, it be nosy
I’on get out, I get cozy
Haters out here getting cold feet
Trying not to overthink it
Let it flow of conscience
Get it off the dome piece
But what if that spotlight’s too bright?
What if they John Wilkes Booth me?
What if I slip on that soap box?
What if they make it a movie?
What if I say it all wrong and they cut me off and I end up on Newsweek?
What if I-
Fuck that
I hear ‘em talking, I duck that
I studied hard and y’all weak as hell if you bring a tool in your book bag
I talk my shit til there’s nothing left
My foot up in it - Eric Foreman ass
Got my questions, but spoiler alert—
My life a bitch and I know she bad
Thinking just cause you lock eyes that you so in
But you down bad
Cause my circles got they own circles
Oh you make power plays?
Well that’s chain of command

And you on the bottom, like on the bottom bottom
We got the Summer, we got the Spring, we got the Autumn (Autumn)
We was up late, ‘til the next morning
Oh, so you talking talking?
Fuck what they say, do my own thing
Tryna be the bosses bosses
This only here until it’s not
Do what you wanna (wanna)
Do what you wanna (wanna)
Do what you wanna (wanna)
Do what you wanna (wanna)
Do what you wanna (wanna)
Do what you wanna (wanna)
Do what you wanna (wanna)

[Verse 2: KONG]

10 toes in this hell-scape
Peering out the window for better
Took big paper like fuck my lungs
I can’t even lie, I be stressing
I gave up my chance at a 9 to 5 just to clock in 24/7
Every Sunday Unc popping blood vessels
Now I’m out working my reverend
Knocking on doors
Handing out pamphlets
Give a rats ass I make it to heaven
If by that time I’m trapped in a casket
I had something to say, then I said it
If I had beef with fam, then I dead it
If I had food to eat, then I fed them
If I got green to smoke, then im spreading love
‘Cause old Brooklyn taught me be better
That’s word to P
That’s word to Big
Prayers up to K Boog
Peace to the most high
So many niggas lost in this shit
So many tears it’s weird that my phones dry
Niggas don’t talk to me ‘bout shit
Keep it on mute or wait ‘til the phone dies
They just wan’ eat with me when I’m rich
But where was you when I was paying these court fines
On the bus writing so I’m late for work
Flip my last nick for a ride home
Got a couple pennies for a dollar shot
And a book of matches for the bygones
Nigga can’t sleep ‘til his pop speaks
That he’s proud of me when the time comes
And my bitch gleam when the lights on
And they send me when the mics on
It’s like-

Ate off the dirt, came from the bottom bottom
Hot in the Summer, water the Spring, falling like Autumn, Autumn
We was up late
‘Til the next morning
Weighing our options options
Cutting up packs
Wrapping up bags
Tryna be bosses bosses
We only here until we’re not
So do what you wanna wanna
Do what you wanna wanna
Do what you wanna wanna
Do what you wanna wanna
Do what you wanna wanna
Do what you wanna wanna
Do what you wanna wanna
Real

[Pre-Hook: NIC@NITE]

Wait, hold up
I got a hook for this, though
It’s like-
Dunna nunna na na
If I die, be a martyr out here
Now we here
Now we here
Now we here

[Hook: GANG VOCALS]

Early morning when we call it ‘round here
Tryna— see the top from the bottom out here
So— if I die, did it all despite fear
Now we here
Now we here
Now we here
Always - early mornings when we call it ‘round here
Tryna— see the top from the bottom out here
So— if I die, be a martyr out here
Now we here
Now we here
For now, we here
Better, catch your people if they fall around here
Fuck around and be a martyr out here (out here)
Tell ‘em- We can shine, bag and bottle my tears
Really we just getting started out here (out here)
Early morning when we call it ‘round here
Tryna— see the top from the bottom out here
So— if I die, be a martyr out here
Now we here
Now we here
For now we-

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