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(Ayy, Space, we astronauts with this shit)
Yeah
(I just need my space right now)

I'm thinkin' 'bout changin' the culture
Takin' the sauce, then hidin' from vultures
Five-star taste, treat your bitch like a office
Labels, they hurt, can't make me a offer
They say that they saw me
Peepin', they watchin', they lookin'
Stop with the gangs, you a rookie
Foreigns, I'm pushin'
Lean back, play with her pussy
Can't keep the cup on the top

Told her I love her, but I'm not with settlin', probably repetitive
Protectin' my energy
That Quagen my remedy, I'm thinkin' God gave me drugs, he protectin' my enemies
I gave her money, I hope she forgive me
'Til I'm in her city
I f*ck up and take a ho right in the back of a HEMI, still curvin' a rookie
I'm really fightin' them demons, still sick of them 30s
But I'm still gon' f*ck with the 20s
They tell me these niggas been pressin' the raw and keep stretchin'
But I get my shit from my auntie
Game from my uncle, f*ck is a L?
Get Ws, flip it around, I get money
She in like a door, she know that I'm comin'
I'm sunny, bitch, I been screwed since a youngin
I'm keepin' shit to myself 'cause I'm bad at listenin'
Postin' my cup, probably bad for business
I be thinkin' everything niggas say cap
Rookie ass ho sellin' out for a app
Gettin' high with Mack, say he really miss Act'
Nigga want a play and they made him a stack
City too crazy, you fake it for rap

"You're in the club, Kevin's in the club
How cool is it after all he's been through
To sink Lamarcus Aldridge score twenty-thousand
I'm just playing"
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(Ayy, Space, we astronauts with this shit)
Yeah
(I just need my space right now)

I'm thinkin' 'bout changin' the culture
Takin' the sauce, then hidin' from vultures
Five-star taste, treat your bitch like a office
Labels, they hurt, can't make me a offer
They say that they saw me
Peepin', they watchin', they lookin'
Stop with the gangs, you a rookie
Foreigns, I'm pushin'
Lean back, play with her pussy
Can't keep the cup on the top

Told her I love her, but I'm not with settlin', probably repetitive
Protectin' my energy
That Quagen my remedy, I'm thinkin' God gave me drugs, he protectin' my enemies
I gave her money, I hope she forgive me
'Til I'm in her city
I f*ck up and take a ho right in the back of a HEMI, still curvin' a rookie
I'm really fightin' them demons, still sick of them 30s
But I'm still gon' f*ck with the 20s
They tell me these niggas been pressin' the raw and keep stretchin'
But I get my shit from my auntie
Game from my uncle, f*ck is a L?
Get Ws, flip it around, I get money
She in like a door, she know that I'm comin'
I'm sunny, bitch, I been screwed since a youngin
I'm keepin' shit to myself 'cause I'm bad at listenin'
Postin' my cup, probably bad for business
I be thinkin' everything niggas say cap
Rookie ass ho sellin' out for a app
Gettin' high with Mack, say he really miss Act'
Nigga want a play and they made him a stack
City too crazy, you fake it for rap

"You're in the club, Kevin's in the club
How cool is it after all he's been through
To sink Lamarcus Aldridge score twenty-thousand
I'm just playing"
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Writer: Lucki Camel Jr., Marcellus Register
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