[Verse:1 TomArts] I can see the stars but that wasn't a surprise I be damned if pretty hoes be the cause of my demise I'm on the rise to the top and you knew that Laughing at haters and blowing smoke with they b**hes Real n***as I like to look at the sky Thinking deep inside why I'm alive It's to strive hard grind hard and kick it with my n***as Maybe a couple b**hes that look at stars imagining how's life on Mars Hit this here don't think so hard Critics asking how they got this far By murdering these tracks with these bars The fans show more love than Christmas cards It's real out here find ya distance boss I'm clean as f** you think I'm really Tryna brawl Hands will get dirty so the message is raw [Hook] [Verse:2 Summers] I can see the stars we shootin' to the top Gra**Heads is my squad we ain't never gonna stop It's a 302 take over you know we gonna pop Divine intervention my mind is getting chopped My thoughts keep racing, the haters keep hatin' After this verse ima' catch a lyrical flagrant That wasn't my intention but did I even mention? If I keep spittin' ima' catch me a suspension Like Rasheed Wallace, Ballin' for the Pistons A future hall of famer you can call me the savior While the movements still great Im ballin' like Kobe and Shaq for the Lakers If the games on the line it's mine for the taking But nah I ain't waiting, it takes time for greatness You need a little patience Im here to take my spot, Your space is still vacant They say the games dead, well im here to erase it Face It [Hook]