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Alex Wiley
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Spaceship II
(feat. Chance the Rapper & GLC)
Blast off, it's the motherfucking time now Dug a deep ditch when I quit school, but this rapping shit helping me climb out Me and Chancelor, fuck you talking 'bout Village shitting on niggas in time out When I'm feeling this all that I rhyme 'bout Me and Kembe grinding in the grind house Asking where I wanna go, who I wanna be My life is nothing more than ripping all these beats And that's the way I want it I'm tripping of the weed and I'm sipping on the lean You tipping, fuck you mean Gotta get mine, gotta fucking win Gotta bring the Village, I gotta represent it I gotta keep on pushing, I gotta keep on working I can't stop yelling fuck though, I gotta keep on shitting All we wanna do is get money Seem like everybody want some shit from me Like put me on with this and hook me up with that Find your way up off my dick, homie Remember I used to keep the sacks with me In the basement, watching that Rap City Niggas used to say I rap shitty, funny Now them niggas want a track with me
If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up Then I'm going to shorten the register up Let's go back, back to the Gap Look at my check, wasn't no scratch So if I stole, wasn't my fault Yeah, I stole, never got caught
If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up Then I'm going to shorten the register up Let's go back, back to the Gap Look at my check, wasn't no scratch So if I stole, wasn't my fault Yeah, I stole, never got caught
Yeah, they're going to do it on purpose man It's going to be haters lurking You know what I'm talking about? Wishing to see you fail But at the end of the day if you got God on your side 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网 Why the fuck would you believe in hell You know what I'm talking about? Hate ain't shit but the devil Tell them motherfuckers to get up And get up on a whole another motherfucking level
It's NASA Whole world wants to know what you crashed for Jack off, what you jag for I'm just doing what you assholes had asked for When we gonna go home? My eyes hurt, my throat hurt, my sole hurt My whole church know my niggas on dirt Lil' college dropout, blame it on Ye' Lil' Jimmy done grown up, he's slanging them tapes Southside, out West, South by Southwest Doubt my prowess, I guess 'bout now I'm fresh Goodness gracious Visionary chasing, chance with a space and a dot And a pronoun and the car spacious And a spaceship for the spaceship like
If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up Then I'm going to shorten the register up Let's go back, back to the Gap Look at my check, wasn't no scratch So if I stole, wasn't my fault Yeah, I stole, never got caught
If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up Then I'm going to shorten the register up Let's go back, back to the Gap Look at my check, wasn't no scratch So if I stole, wasn't my fault Yeah, I stole, never got caught
Yeah, always keep your ism at a magnificent level That it's true, know what I'm talking about? I come to find out there's three type of people in the world There's those that ask what happened There's those that saw it happen And then there's those that made it happen And which one are you? Cathedral, ism
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