Lyrics Lockheed Martin - Rexx Life Raj

Lockheed Martin

Ay, shinin' on niggas like at the disco
My every movement heavy bro I don’t tip toe
My brother poured a pint of that wocky in the Calypso
Flipped a couple pounds and invested it into some crypto
Yeah, uh
They gon' tell you go to college when the phone that you holdin' got all the
info, facts
Yeah, niggers lame cause they did the game but they don’t kick it to their
kinfolk
They say he kick it like Janikowski he sure does
All the hate thrown I still respond to it with more love
Yeah, this pinot grigio Imma pour up’ll turn a square bitch into something off
of the Pornhub
Yeah, frequently curving women that you chasin' after
I hope she offer more than looks but I would hate to ask her
The only thing that bothers me more than them bitches is grown men infatuated
with gangster rappers
They’ll know the name of every gun they not poppin' imaginary enemies that they
are not robbin'
I reinvested in myself and I got poppin' if I can’t buy it 3 times I am not
coppin', huh
Put the family first like I’m Josh Johnson, huh
Put like 20 bands in some stock options, huh
He coulda helped his people but he copped watches
Flexed it all on Instagram and now the cops watching
A lil fame got niggas actin' bizarre, a lil fame make 'em forget who they
really are
I use this rap shit as a vehicle it’s a car I’m finna take 200,000 I humbled
and start a farm
Take a trip to Joshua Tree to see the stars, huh
Crush a molly pill in a glass of pinot noir
It make it easier to open up about the scars and see all of the feelings we
usually disregard
Huh, lookin' at my life and it’s gettin' insane, huh
30K for one song we ain’t livin' the same, huh
For 2 straight years I lived on the plane, you niggas livin' in the past on
memory lane, huh
Uh, if I give you loyalty give me the same
Look, I won’t hold your hand but I’ll give you the game
My financial advisor was trippin' today cause ain’t no way I’m finna pay the
homies no minimum wage
You only get one life at the end of the day, some people work they whole life
and give it away
Midlife crisis full of dreams they didn’t chase live with the regret of all of
the risks that they didn’t take
Not me, I’m finna run this bitch 'til I’m lock knee’d, huh
Push a nigga godspeed in this Mach speed
While you in your cellphone lookin' at them Tekashis, I’m somewhere shootin'
for the stars like I’m Lockheed Martin
Hey, yeah, yeah, huh