Luke 817

(Mars don't do it to 'em!) Sounds like horses are riding the beat Hear me in Roadrunner saying one hit wonder While you got me on repeat Bitch I made this beat in 2018 I already turned down labels and I'm not even job free And don't ever spend money, catch me in 23 like Jobs, Steve Not like the Biebs in designer shirts I'm rocking Tommy Jeans Head on high alert Not a Christian cause I can never put God first Could be worse, but it could be better You can see my scoli through the thickest sweater Ay, but I remain me, top of the charts Who got it like he, it's who I was destined to be Luke 8-17, is who I be Yeah, top of her heart Who got it like me Ay, top of the charts I cannot see, yeah Where y'all be Ay, nah Top of the charts, who got it like me Top of her heart, who got it like me I got a lot that's not on IG, that's not on the feed Quiet when I speak Said I'd be on top, back when with E When we split off, she said I see Emptiest hearts are richer than thieves It's not how it seems You call it art, but it's more to me I put my heart, soul into these I wrote down Mars in 2018 They can't go far, far as M-E Watching me grow, hoping I leave Think I'll respond, but leave them on read They think they know, see me all cheesed But it took pain to turn me a G