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Better Than I Never Was.

by Martyr

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1.
MARTY! (intro) 00:48
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2.
PULL UP! 03:56
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When I Pull up Skrrrt She gon Pull up skrrt We got pull up Skrrt Man this hoe a bird She too fly Eagle eye We got pull up We gon pull up Pull up Leave em murked Fuck you heard? Tell me what’s the word I been upstairs So long Downstairs sounds absurd I’m so fly I’m so brrr I might wear a fur The jury try to judge me I just tell em all adjourned I’m a dog I’m grrrr Rolling up this purp Martyr think that he the goat For real that what you heard? Don’t agree I’m appalled Stay off of my errttt Pause you dirty demons Need to stay out of my church When I Pull up Skrrrt She gon Pull up skrrt We got pull up Skrrt Man this hoe a bird She too fly Eagle eye We got pull up We gon pull up Pull up Leave em murked What’s the scene Pull up with my team I been up in this bitch mind for so long I am her dream See my wrist Does it bling? You don’t see a thing? I aint got the time Don’t you ask me for a thing I’m a monster I’m a beast You haters make me sneeze I aint taking pictures When I say Im making cheese Cure the itch Y’all got fleas Leave blood on your tees I be sipping mine Mind your B I Z
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REVENGE! 03:22
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I been that killer Named Marty Sure you heard of me prolly Could it be becuz everywhere I go It ain’t hard to find me Behind me I leave bodies See my trail is bloody Yet godly I sacrifice I plan The service Is affirmative copy Sacrificial lambs Meet the Blam blam Im murderous I be On my island Take a dive in End up dying Cuz the trenches Give your body something like a Permanent washing That’s When them bullets is firing You bitches get murked I’m pulling up a skirt When I’m rhyming Bust a hymen Fuck y’all virgins See bitch The timing is perfect First lemme see an ID Before I D ya person If I ever give a fuck For women it’s always legal But I ain’t ever gave fuck About killing no people They said I’m evil See my ego Said it’s key to Shoot through peep holes leave em bleedin Gonna leave stains Better clean those Count to cinco Twinkle twinkle They might see you In the sky with the the stars But when you die You gonna lie Just like the person you are Chorus : I kill everybody in the game give me a reason Looking at me salty it’s just cuz a thug is seasoned I told all these Haters I’m the truth they ain’t believe em I kill everybody talking bout me Bitch it’s Revenge I’m gonna bury All these bodies in the ground That’ll keep em quiet They won’t ever make a sound Cemetery outside my house 40 on my lap I’m creeping I kill everybody talking on me Bitch it’s Revenge We got the right to bear arms But to put the shit simply I’ll kill you with my bear hands Bitch im back on my grizzly I know your momma prolly told you Bout them tigers and lions But I’m a killer so she prolly Should’ve told you who I am I got a license to kill Price on ya bill No cap You striking out I’m in the field How many lives must I take I gotta chill Fuck that put them on ice I’m gonna spill Plenty of blood Wake up This fill up ya mug henny don’t make You a thug All of the time That you spend Trying to build up An image Is finish The second I buck Raising ya roof Just like the shit was on fire Truck roll up I’m spraying them to Basically anything within A million mile radius industry taking a nuke Try rebuke all my demons There’s legion I bet Jesus could show you the proof Or you could Bear witness believe what you see it’s Getting scary Walking in these woods I could post up with ya whore or Shoot a horror flic I never really liked a movie wit No gore in it If I chop a body up It’s proportionate meet the box Well actually a storage bin I read your fortune Its unfortunate Knocc at your door The war is here I ain’t been the type That be showing fear Can I kill some? hold my beer
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OMG! (feat. Th3 Saga) 03:53
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RIGHT NOW! 03:25
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Hook: I’m high as fuck Right now I don’t give a fuck Right now Filling up my cup Right now A bitch wanna fuck Right now A nigga say what’s up Right now I’m going to the trunk Right now I’m shaking off the rust Right now Turn em all into dust Right now I’m high as fuck right now I don’t give a fuck right now Give me what I want right now For I let the 9 go blow And you end up in the trunk right now You was thinking I’m a punk right now Till I left your ass slumped right now You was throwing up your lunch right now Doctor said you need a crutch right now And a whole buncha stuff right now You recover for a month right now I am rolling through the woods right now Got a whole ounce of good right now Got a g feeling good right now But I wish a bitch would right now Cuz I’m really wanna shoot*gun shot* right now I aint talking bout a hoop right now I’m talking bout a coup right now Leave em red betty boop right now I was rolling with my troop right now When we ran right into you Tell me what you wanna do Right now Hook Lemme see ya hands right now Lay down don’t stand right now If you all wanna live right now You’ll follow these demands right now Put the money in the bag right now Take me to the vault right now Need a badge that you scan right now Why you looking at your mans right now? Oh you thinking you gone run right now? Don’t you see I got a gun right now? you got me fucked up right now Yo you must not give a damn right now Bout your life or your fam right now Man you know what Click clack blow I was here cuz I’m broke And you took me for a joke right now Watch me turn ya to a ghost right now When I turn ya lights out right now I shall raise hell right now like casting a spell right now If he dies oh well He should of just helped right now
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RUNDOWN! (feat. Steven Haynes) 03:16
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Hook: It go 6 5 4 3 2 to the 1 I got 3 16’s When you add em all up Give you 48 hours Man your chances Slim as fuck Of surviving What I’m sending Man y’all better all duck It go 1 2 3 4 5 to the 6 That’s how many feet you gonna end up Underneath my kicks They said words are a weapon Fuck all the dumb shit If I say imma do some I’m a do it Bitch This aint one of them wish you would songs This one of them roll up to your house With crips like tell us all what’s good songs Its a good song that aint saying the least You thought that you had 1 2 That’s radio for police Its like 12 days till Christmas And your gift in the box Its a fuckin pipe Bomb and confetti to pop That’ll brighten up your holiday Dickhead Feliz navidad I had to make it at home The shit wasn’t in stock You rob Peter to pay Paul I kill both Take a day off This in the off season It aint even a day job I be laughing straight to the bank And that’s the pay off If there’s a hit, man I’m killing it Better make charts •gunshots* I just gave you a sunroof Red stains in the night Call that a blood moon Bitch I don’t just rap So if you know one thing Nigga just know that Hook Steven Haynes: It go 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 Like I swing pick axes Inside holes, my mind coal You can catch me on the side roads Blindfolded Walking street lines Like it’s a tight ropes I’m a psycho The sticks lead Like a maestro at an orchestra Or one of martyr people type shows That’s a white joke Nah I’m playing That’s my bro And he not white Insubordinate Let the pipe go At a stop sign I could give a fuck bout your height hoe Cuz I got fight Even if it’s Tyson He knocked out Drops mic Yeah that’s all I gotta say about it So be calm ‘fore a preacher gotta pray about it You talking power Bitch the banger got it The clip holding a lil some Like them Travis Scott’s with the ankle pockets I flip checks Just to make it a triple If this was hey diddle diddle You’d be playing the fiddle Pussy Hook
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100! 03:26
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It 1 double 0 Two for the show 3 for this puto 4 for his … Y’all make me sicc to my stomach Throwing up more than just vomit Crip walk on top of my problems I laid the blue print for rappers to follow Bacc home So everything they building I plotted They ain’t know how to book a show Collect the $ at the door Just call me a prophet I said that I do it I done it and proved it So nothing that you do Is out the box When I break it down They recycle and use it I’m charging for copy Like kinkos Thats nonsense No thank you’s No card yet Kinda mean yo I know they all scared of responding My children estranged Mad they father be killing the game And they ain’t doin the same I’ll appear and they afraid That’s one hund All of these backwoods Got me talking blunt They ain’t saying shit While I say what I want I moved out my city And still I’m the one I’m am the best You can not catch up Give it a rest Dirt nap if you want This a toast Give them a shot 100 rounds Leaving em slumped 100 How many rounds you say? 100 100 It 1 double 0 Two for the show 3 for this puto 4 for his hoe Its 100 How many rounds you say A 100 Bitch I’m the most high Your quality trash just Name yourself lo fi You dummies should No y The chrome uh zone em out For having a hoe vibe bitch I’m a whole vibe You should just live for the moment I’m knowin you gon die You waiting for a slice of attention I’m taking the whole pie Ya father telling you to study my moves But not all of y’all can walk On the moon All of you sheep ain’t a mountain to goat Specially when that goat show that he a goon I cook up dope with ya silver spoon You the next fiend I’m servin too You ain’t a killer all of that liquor Got you turned up you are not murder proof Die while I’m rapping I murder booths Ask who I am I’m the fuccin truth Your girl Dropped down for me Got her eagle on Then asked who the fucc are you? Destroy her walls what the fucc I do She succ like the vacuum was new I ain’t gotta carpet The pussy ain’t either spouse ball out She fuccing hoop Let me just rap through the hook Pardon a chef imma cook Kick in the door Imma crook Looking around Like damn this a look Meanwhile you be shook That’s one hunnniddd 100 How many rounds you say? 100 100 It 1 double 0 Two for the show 3 for this puto 4 for his hoe Its 100 How many rounds you say A 100
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FLAIR! 04:24
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Ayo I style and profile over any beat Rest In Peace Fuck 6 bitch I leave you seven feet Enemies Leave they chest with stripes Like a referee That shit be from the chopper That I hit em with Yosemite Sam Son of em A gun in both hands We applaud Have you holding onto Life tight that’s a leotard You should make a run for the hills I have you seeing god 44 Door to door Your latter day will see a fraud welcome To apocalypse I got a bag of hot Cheetos A soda and a Glock in here Its been in my nature boy I’m killing em with confidence See the jet flying over head And I be bombing shit From the placenta To the place ya sent to Your life was real boring Prolly should’ve said your life Was lived on as a still born You dead baby Fucking crazy how these rappers act I figure four of them Can’t lock me up Bitch I’m snapping back Verse 2 Darlin Keep ya mouth shut I ain’t taking you home I got a jet to catch and when I land I be breaking your bones they said time is money I’m trying to make the most of it went from eating lays To calling bluffs and Stealing poker chips Got know the ropes To fold a bitch super soaker shit finger get her going quick triggered better warn a bitch Head was on some foreign shit That mean that the top was off Only because I was swerving She told me to knock it off Peep the evolution You ain’t know about my history I been on some pimping shit You bitches better kiss the ring Even the thick one in the front She can get dick quick from the jump Flying elbow into the pussy off top rope She asked if there’s anything I need I said “got throat?” God flow Legend in the ring Now go and let these Bad bitches scream You see the blue robe Baby it’s Crip Flair If it’s a problem tell the homies to get chairs Life’s a bitch Shit ain’t never been fair Every time I say “woo!” The bitches just say “yeah” Watch me make my entrance This the new theme song Think you’ll take the belt from me? You better dream on In the hall of fame You be in the hall of lame Better check your pedigree If you’re trying to play the game You ain’t know being a boss was in my repertoire Au revoir French bitches kissing me Waiting there with an open jaw Roses at my feet The way that these how’s he throwing bras She need and NDA she better no the clause They say the styles lethal But they’ll never be me Turn em to a ghost To communicate they’ll need ouija Ya mama love me She said the booty a freebie Bought her a tv just so every night She’ll see me
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GANG! (feat. John Givez) 02:31
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I’m pulling up to the driveway Gang in the the cut See everyday is Friday Whole bottle I’m sipping mine straight No chase Get high no killing my fade Ask how I’m feeling While I’m chilling Nigga im great DJ made a feast Where is my plate It’s upstairs You can tell where the vibe stay Been up all night We can’t tell when the times late This my gang Plenty c’s all around Even got some b’s In the crowd Family what we bout Rags tied When we meet in a town Forty deep for the photo We ain’t leaving you out Way too many to name That’s gang shit Any state that we meet staircases That’s on my life Ain’t a damn thing changing Everybody know about us Like we famous And that’s gang nigga Hook[John Givez]: It ain’t really no thing When we fuccin with the gang’nem Anybody in this muthafucca trip We flamin em It’s the clicc The mob The gang (2x) Fucc it up While we doing our thing That’s just gang’nem 50 blunts Shit look like a light show Losing tracc Of my cup where did mine go Uncle buzz traccs Playing like a live show Hear us all yell “Motown 25 hoe” The upstairity is staggering Top floor nobody fuccing with the gang They don’t want war Say some wild shit we pausing now So watch how you talk For nae have call it out What we all about That’s our business You ain’t invited For you there’s no entrance No pretend shit We don’t need any fakes Grass cut We seeing the snakes We leading the race squad all hitters There’s killers in the camp Don’t force that trigger We all over the map Upstairs If they asking where we at For rest it’s a rap And that’s a fact Hook
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BETTER! (feat. Kaleb Mitchell) 04:08
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Survive the wave like it’s Noah’s ark I’ll die workin like I’m Owen hart when I look back at the start All of the trials and tribulations I was facing I tried to convince myself That it wasn’t hard You ever been broken into pieces Then throw it all away like You don’t need it Now you go around You’re missing features And everyone notices They all can see it A shattered display case They can see your trophies And feel the cold of demons We used to our transparencies Being contained And never allow Being vulnerable To be a thing Always having to act Well put together my soul Is so disheveled A ghost In the shell of Edward A rose with wilted pedals Went roque And left all of the pain and the sorrow Made sure to kill it all So there was nothing left over to borrow Found hope in tomorrow Never been one for the bottle But I’m all for being better Staying seasoned through the weather Ya get us Hook [Kaleb Mitchell] Tell em they ain’t catching up Cuz I’m back and better than I ever was I’m back better than I… Than I… Cuz I’m back and better than I never was Tell em they ain’t catching up Cuz I’m back and better than I never was I’m back better than I… Than I… Cuz I’m back and better than I never was Ive gotten so tired Of hearing the rumors Who did it start with The new kids or boomers quick to cut that dead shit out Like a tumor I bury em all Nobody can exhume Body be rotten Think you need perfume Give you the answer nothing to assume My time approaching soon Been ahead of the comp I’m just coasting through Back like I never been here don’t know how to act Cuz I always been real I address it with tact And They act real weird voice in my head It’ll never been fear Im making a bag You shedding a tear Why you sweating the shop If you wearing the gear? I make it clear There’s no way they can see me John cena on tv I make it look easy A we B up the street C ill lift up the heat D E give em some wings Thought I had to spell it Out for you Till you get clapped now Stand up and scream Get out ya seat Arena was packed I’m rushing the scene Mosh pit Watch this I jump in the ring These knuckles will bleed I scuffle This rumble You tumbling weed Guess I better roll up Never hold up Can’t control I’m just blazing em all til they gone Bread never mold up Cracc a cold one Cheers Hold up I’m give em shots At the bar Next rounds on me I stay ten toes down You can count on me I stay high How they looking down on me I’m something like a king Put the crown on me
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MCFLY! (outro) 00:20
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Sometimes life can feel like we have hit our glass ceiling; not moving past our highest accomplishments. Not only that, life continues to punch and kick us with its hardships and trials. Instead of becoming bitter, you have only one other option: get better. Mentally. Spiritually. At your craft. At your work. At relaying who your are and what your purpose is. This album was created to shatter the glass ceiling and prove that there are no limitations to what you can accomplish. It’s not about being known, it’s about knowing yourself and becoming better than you never were.

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released September 2, 2022

Executive producer: Martyr

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