Omni-Science - Spaceman Lit Lyrics

In twenty twenty I'm comin' on strong
He say he wants to be a Rap Star
But it's going all wrong
Cause you just ain't unique
I stay innovative, why use when I can make techniques
Your flow's constipated, better make some beats
Bitches be salty, suck a dick and take some treats
My style is so phat, it takes two seats
Tried listening to your track, it was a waste of weed
Trying to act classy, but you got wasteman deeds
I'm not sharing my spliff, bitch betta fuckin' take the seeds
Want to challenge me? Boy.. that's forsaken dreams
I let your bitch move in, she can't take the keys
Been broke for too long, now I'm makin' G's
Why these Mini-Me's always keep on fakin' me?
Why rush, when you can wait and see?
How I make shit hot like a bakery
Royal DNA, nothin' really fake in me
Sentence wack rappers to hell, better take the plea
Rappers need spiritual guidance, get some prayer beads
As long as Sun rises, Mega makin' Heat
You see, but ain't got the heart to be sayin' shit
I fuck yo B while you tapin' it
I want to go home, she begged me to stay a bit
You live in fantasies, I indulge myself in playa shit
High off the Acid, call me Spaceman Lit
You rappers ain't my kids, you bastards
I ain't got time to baby sit
Don't front if the truth is in front
Just face it, bitch

In twenty twenty I'm comin' on strong
He say he wants to be a Rap Star
But it's going all wrong
Cause you just ain't unique
I stay innovative, why use when I can make techniques
Your flow's constipated, better make some beats
Bitches be salty, suck a dick and take some treats
My style is so phat, it takes two seats
Tried listening to your track, it was a waste of weed
Trying to act classy, but you got wasteman deeds
I'm not sharing my spliff, bitch betta fuckin' take the seeds
Want to challenge me? Boy.. that's forsaken dreams
I let your bitch move in, she can't take the keys
Been broke for too long, now I'm makin' G's
Why these Mini-Me's always keep on fakin' me?
Why rush, when you can wait and see?
How I make shit hot like a bakery
Royal DNA, nothin' really fake in me
Sentence wack rappers to hell, better take the plea
Rappers need spiritual guidance, get some prayer beads
As long as Sun rises, Mega makin' Heat
You see, but ain't got the heart to be sayin' shit
I fuck yo B while you tapin' it
I want to go home, she begged me to stay a bit
You live in fantasies, I indulge myself in playa shit
High off the Acid, call me Spaceman Lit
You rappers ain't my kids, you bastards
I ain't got time to baby sit
Don't front if the truth is in front
Just face it, bitch