Space (Back Up)

Back the fuck up, because I need more space in the room
Before I catch a body, and your brother end up on the news
And I ain't Roddy, but excuse me I'm slight kind of rude
And I got problems that I been fighting but I disguise it with drug abuse
And I sit in silence but it ain't silent, I hear voices do you hear them too?

On this road I was forced to take 'cause I'm just a product of where I was made
You can't tell me nothing, niggas ain't my brothers, I don't care for bitches I been getting paid
It's a lot of sluttys wouldn't give me cuddy, now they want to talk and it ain't shit to say
And all of the sudden they want me for cuffing, imma play that roll and play her like a game.
Like it's the 4th quarter, get shit in order
And i treat her like my fucking daughter
Freaky bitch she like when I record her
Beat her back in she can't go no longer
And I got Myanna everywhere I go
And I keep her close if you want to float
My bitch kind of clingy keep her in my coat
And my nina beam will sneeze and bleed your nose
And i'm getting tired of demons inside of my dreams
They be plotting on me like the cops and them be
And I'm tired of these niggas all copying me
Ricoe when you gon' drop? Nigga watch and you'll see
All these bitches want me for my watch and my cheese
How i carry myself when I'm out in the street
I'm just begging can you please

Back the fuck up, because I need more space in the room
Before I catch a body, and your brother end up on the news
And I ain't Roddy, but excuse me I'm slight kind of rude
And I got problems that I been fighting but I disguise it with drug abuse
And I sit in silence but it ain't silent, I hear voices do you hear them too?

Thou shall not try one of us, if they do, I'ma bust please don't reach for no chain
Not 'bout the set, but it's more 'bout respect
If they get me upset, they gon' die, that's on gang
Ran up my check, when I walk in the bank
They greet me at the door by my government name
I need my space stay away

Back the fuck up, because I need more space in the room
Before I catch a body, and your brother end up on the news
And I ain't Roddy, but excuse me I'm slight kind of rude
And I got problems that I been fighting but I disguise it with drug abuse
And I sit in silence but it ain't silent, I hear voices do you hear them too?

(Thou shall not try one of us, if they do, I'ma bust please don't reach for no chain
Not 'bout the set, but it's more 'bout respect
If they get me upset, they gon' die, that's on gang
Ran up my check, when I walk in the bank
They greet me at the door by my government name
I need my space stay away)



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Writer(s): Eric Jackson
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