Space
Soul-G, native baby, you know him
How the hell these mofuckas looking at him and they focused
Won't mind they business cause they head in my space
I'm bopping any mofucka, put em back in they place
Man if I got to, I'ma get it alone fuck up outta here like personal space
Man fuck your word, paint the portrait with the shit I portray
I worked hard for mine, it wasn't easy, had to grind like a slave
School of hard knocks, ain't ducking work just like it's truancy
I think that you have got me mistaken, it's only one of me
Nobody replaced him, we speaking truthfully
No rap caps, this the rawest of forms feel like a giver cause I'm giving out more
Had five rounds, you miss every shot like five letters, you was spelling out horse
When I skyrocket, I stayed down, I don't think of abort
A dangerous duo, Tarantino and Soul, that flame on me gon' spark
Make you a dead rabbit down in a hole
This A game where you should be, stacking up them c notes
Don't give a fuck about no comments, they hating on a d-low
Man, I want me a Patek Man, man I want me a rollie
Rock the highest of fashion I ride round in stoley, only if I ain't have it
Producing quality product, this shit is not like plastic (it ain't plastic, dumbass)
I'm practicing on my perfection so they feel when I'm stepping
Sometimes you gotta take a chance, be like F it
Cause it's rewarding in the end and that shit's like a present
You ain't gon' know until you put in the effort
Cause one man's trash is another man's treasure
It take heart and of course dedication
Can't even see myself letting up on certain shit
This pain at heart a collab, that's what I'm working with
Gotta keep it tucked like a strap, can't open up just like it's surgery
Soul-G, native baby, you know him
How the hell these mofuckas looking at him and they focused
Won't mind they business cause they head in my space
I'm bopping any mofucka, put em back in they place
Man if I got to, I'ma get it alone fuck up outta here like personal space
Man fuck your word, paint the portrait with the shit I portray
I worked hard for mine, it wasn't easy, had to grind like a slave
How the hell these mofuckas looking at him and they focused
Won't mind they business cause they head in my space
I'm bopping any mofucka, put em back in they place
Man if I got to, I'ma get it alone fuck up outta here like personal space
Man fuck your word, paint the portrait with the shit I portray
I worked hard for mine, it wasn't easy, had to grind like a slave
School of hard knocks, ain't ducking work just like it's truancy
I think that you have got me mistaken, it's only one of me
Nobody replaced him, we speaking truthfully
No rap caps, this the rawest of forms feel like a giver cause I'm giving out more
Had five rounds, you miss every shot like five letters, you was spelling out horse
When I skyrocket, I stayed down, I don't think of abort
A dangerous duo, Tarantino and Soul, that flame on me gon' spark
Make you a dead rabbit down in a hole
This A game where you should be, stacking up them c notes
Don't give a fuck about no comments, they hating on a d-low
Man, I want me a Patek Man, man I want me a rollie
Rock the highest of fashion I ride round in stoley, only if I ain't have it
Producing quality product, this shit is not like plastic (it ain't plastic, dumbass)
I'm practicing on my perfection so they feel when I'm stepping
Sometimes you gotta take a chance, be like F it
Cause it's rewarding in the end and that shit's like a present
You ain't gon' know until you put in the effort
Cause one man's trash is another man's treasure
It take heart and of course dedication
Can't even see myself letting up on certain shit
This pain at heart a collab, that's what I'm working with
Gotta keep it tucked like a strap, can't open up just like it's surgery
Soul-G, native baby, you know him
How the hell these mofuckas looking at him and they focused
Won't mind they business cause they head in my space
I'm bopping any mofucka, put em back in they place
Man if I got to, I'ma get it alone fuck up outta here like personal space
Man fuck your word, paint the portrait with the shit I portray
I worked hard for mine, it wasn't easy, had to grind like a slave
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Writer(s): Collin Gatewood
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