Space Mountain

I don't wanna sleep, ain't ready to eat, I just wanna creep
(Around my way)
It's been a long week, now I'm in the jeep with the Dutch Treat scoop a couple peeps
(Let's go play)
I'm lit up already, still I smoke steady, try to lighten what been weighing heaviest
(On my brain)
I'm like Ed Ed and Eddy, got a plot ready when an opp present you can envy but you
(Can't be me)
I don't got a rule book, probably wouldn't follow if I did
I'm a grown man, how I do it ain't none of your biz
Shoot a prayer hand emoji if you bust off of the lid
But that isn't my MO, so don't ask me that again
Man I stand behind the pen, flow sharper than the sword
Sorry if you took offense, didn't mean to hit a chord
Who am I kidding? Yes I did
Give a fuck about your feelings
Let my ego get the best of me, I will not be ignored
Soon as you open up the door get your bell rocked
Leave your ears bleeding on the floor, call it shell shock
Puppy dog eyes got 'em looking like a bellhop
You can get a hand out from me soon as the temperature in hell drops
I don't really know what else to tell yall
I just spread the word around like mail call
I just keep the bars open yall can call me bail bond
Got em scared pale dog, looking like mayo jar, bitch

Really I ain't never gave a fuck
I know you love it tell me how it feel
Keep jars of the strain that I puff
Keep one stuffed first underneath the wheel
Go slow while I switch my lanes at night
Ain't no talking to me while I'm on it
You know we ain't the same at night
Get out my face talk to me in the morning, yeah

I ain't trying to sleep, got no time to eat, gotta find a freak
That'll ride me till sunrise while her vagina leak
Kick her to the kitchen roll a Swisher with some grinder kief
Tell her fix the grits just like my rap career, side of beef
Miss me with the bovine excrement
Never needed cosigns, heaven sent flow
Spent this whole time wrecking shit
Ever since I started having Cory ghostwrite it's had my phone line extra lit
Everybody wants a Cash verse and yet
They ain't ready for the adverse effects
Chick you tried to impress probably gonna let me smash her to death
And all the deepthroat ain't bad for her neck
Yeah, yeah you know we ain't the same that's right
I don't rap for the check, man, I can finally see the bigger picture
(What's that?) Just become famous
And try to get my girl and Ariana to be fuckin scissor sisters
This is sickening, why not do another song that kids can listen
Spit some wisdom on this social injustice and give some commentary
Shit nobody wants to hear bout how they hate to see a
Black man spending money 'less it's in the prison commissary
More concerned with hitting licks and getting condoms buried
Sticking bitches, flicking Bics and getting ganja cherried
Keep inflicting vicious system keep the projects barely living
Keep on killing little kids with pistols coppers carry
Show the hood a better route dripping cautionary
Switch lanes, put it in ya mouth, hit that Akinyele
Shit I could barely tell which lanes I'm in
This Affy Haze got me in a happy daze, bitch I'm Fonzerelli

I just wanna be ritchie like Cunningham (Whoa)
Clever piggies out to stop us they some cunning hams (No)
But we sick and tired of doing the running man (Yah)
Got a plot to get it legal or a gun in hand (Yah, yah, yah)
I know yall ain't got no love for I, never been a friend of mine
Always all up in my face trying to blow my fuckin high, fuckin high
Never been the type to run and duck and hide
If it ain't bout me and mine, really I, really I, really I

Really I ain't never gave a fuck
I know you love it tell me how it feel
Keep jars of the strain that I puff
Keep one stuffed first underneath the wheel
Go slow while I switch my lanes at night
Ain't no talking to me when I'm on it
You know we ain't the same at night
Get out my face talk to me in the morning