SPACE X
Lyrics
I make waves this ain't no ripple
I got the hittas I hit in ya temple
I got that shit they play in tha temple
Yo' shit fake im cookin' dat tempeh
drawing a blank
off of this indo
I'm drawing a blank
I feel like Picasso
Put a nigga on shark tank
Nigga come out with Daymond's job (ohh)
Pulled up
Niggas in my face
These niggas so fake make it look like Macy's
Addin' up weight in the package I act like a manager move it like magic
Have it cause I have it mastered
And havin' a handle gon' make me the baddest
I have a bitch she the baddest thats actual facts these bitches don't matter
All of this weighed on my mental
I'm stuck in the middle
My mental so scattered
I never thought I was trippin'
Or havin' some visions
I recognize patterns
Analog nigga
These niggas so digital
Automate all of yo' answers
Eliminate all of my patience
Ho I'm just focused on paper
They never counted us
Nigga I'm countin' the
Drops right on your head
Draped in the honey ghost
Straight from the Unda zone
He from da land of the dead
He think he better than
Who is he better than?
Boy I'm a veteran
Off white the Vetements
Shawty gon' set it in
Tellin' her testament
Whip so hard in the tesla
Yeah
I just put black diamonds in the Jesus Piece
Yeah
I be at hibachi watch me chop the beef
Yeah
Smokin' presidential I'm out in D.C.
Yeah
Niggas try to copy they cannot be me
Yeah
No one tried to stop me til I watched the team
Damn
They gon play they cards I got the hotter tea
Yeah
I live in the stars you in reality
I feel like Elon I turn the car to an X
Handful of niggas gon sweat it w us
They don't make cents n their odor like must
I like when candypaint coatin the car
I put the codeine line in the gar
I skip da whole line I'm a star
Move like da ocean my ruler is Mars
Car move like oh shit
I'm swervin' hard
Za be so potent
Ho wanna throat me
Tryna be holy
But that shit hard
How do they know me
I am not phony
Connect to his chin imma knock off that goatee
I knew some niggas they thought that I'm O.D
After I get it they act like they know me
I must admit that I fell for that lowkey
Just want bands in this bitch
Just want bands in this
Just want bands in this bitch
Just want bands in this
Just want bands in this bitch
Just want bands in this
Yeah
I just put black diamonds in the Jesus Piece
Yeah
I be at hibachi watch me chop the beef
Yeah
Smokin' presidential I'm out in D.C.
Yeah
Niggas try to copy they cannot be me
Yeah
No one tried to stop me til I watched the team
Damn
They gon play they cards I got the hotter tea
Yeah
I live in the stars you in reality
I feel like Elon I turn the car to an X
Writer(s): Ken Avery
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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