Martyr (prod. by nk music) by Garraty

(Intro)

Maybe I’m depressed, maybe I’m the best
Gaze upon her breasts and leave the babies on her chest
My situations crazy all my ladies need a vest
Some still had my babies, i throw Katy with the rest
Lately I do things that make me say I’m fuckin lazy
Callin off from work these fuckin jerks would never pay me
What I’m worth, another soul on this Earth that needs saving
If I worked you’d think that’d help me fuckin work on my savings
Every birth… merely more hurt for the taking
I was worthless fore I ever found my purpose on this planet
But there’s work, feedin babies, keepin food up in the cabinet
Keepin bees, keepin faith, stupid dudes and their reactions
Fuckin women push my limits, kill my mood I don’t be rappin…
All I gotta do is make it happen
I finally found my purpose, I’m worth less than when I hadn’t…
But now I have it

Speakin of, your attention’s weak as fuck
Screens and weed and drinks and drugs
People sleeping leading coun-
tries, and trees dont mean as much
When leaves are things your people do
Just stick it out I’ve seen a bunch of heathen clucks
Scheme and suck, get rich as fuck

Now don’t you feel lucky
Sittin in the front seat
Bumpin with your buddies
But we still eatin buddig
Beef and you don’t want me
To see you out in public
Parkin lot of publix
Beat you with the sub-system
You was just bumpin
And tell you still to run it
Dont you just love it
Nah I fuckin hate it here, i gotta raise my babies here
It makes my fuckin stomach sick and flippin off the highest pier
We celebrate your first year, it might’ve been my highest year
It’s time to put the pen down, try and pick the pen up
Pick my self a bad bitch, I like myself a pin up
Easily distracted, I’ll never sell for big bucks
Easily was back when
I escaped the straight jacket they forgot to strap in
I ain’t been back since
I ain’t a baptist
I ain’t been baptized
But I got a black bib-
lical text I, keep by my bedside
Give me the tools to screw on my head right
Anything I need, He has it packed in

And I hate to be cocky
But I take a look around and can’t nobody stop me
If we’re going round for round, I put my motherfuckin watch-piece
Up against any rig or any motherfuckin pot piece
You can pick up out your laundry, your a motherfuckin slob b

I ain’t fuckin with you clowns, I’ll still get sloppy from a honky
Paint her face and leave the party, with her rubbers and her car keys
(Nah I still love you) bitch don’t give me that malarkey
How you actin high class when you always show up tardy
Only gave the shit a pass cause i was scared of re-starting

Now I’m parting from the man I was, starting to be born again
I’ll be Sophia’s daddy, and just know you can’t be torn from him
Through storms and wind, through thick and thin
I’ll fuck the world and rip that bitch, limb from limb
If ever it should cause a split, or rift to form between my kin
Forgive my sin, I’ll sin again, forgive but don’t forget again
I binge my favorite rappers till, I don’t know what’s me or them
I read my favorite authors till, it bleeds through ink beneath my pen
See ya if it’s me or them
A father I was meant to be, a bother I was sent to be
Martyr’s like my favorite word, I pray it won’t be said for me
But if it is, then let it be

Martyr’s like my favorite word, I pray it won’t be said for me
But if it is, then let it be

And let it be said
Especially when sexually
I never went to treachery
To hold my babies, heavenly
Garraty I was blessed to be
Your scary ass would never swing
You still believe in wrestling
I see the hatred festering
Seething rage like leprosy
Since Levi’s guy was Eazy-E
A pussy’ll be the death of me
Still eyes to see, Still breath to breathe
Still life to live, So let me be
You parasites are left to leach
Off all the men that’s less than me

(Outro)