Spaceman
Why my feelings on my sleeveless?
My weed's seedless, my trees leafless
Smoke to my life seamless
I been smoking good reefer
I been smoking good reefer
On one, bitch I'm on one
Tell her bend it over, bend it over
Baby, come here closer, come here closer
I don't wanna argue, talk it over
I don't need to borrow, I'm an owner
Ain't think about tomorrow in the moment
I was feeling awful when that phone hit
Heard brody chose a coffin and his own fit
Compliment my sauce,
Take a lot to meet my standards
I can't take a loss, only bosses in my circle
Your lil' lady lost, she be all up in my mentions
She said I was a lot, I guess I'm too much to handle
She said I was a lot, I said, baby, go find less then
Lost up in my sauce, she be lost up in my dressing
If I take you on, better know I'll be your best man
If I did you wrong, baby, no, I will not stress it
What the fuck the cost? I don't peep it, I just cop it
What the fuck you on? Hella ganja in my section
And brody keep it on him, yeah, he grip the Smith & Wesson
I was putting on for my brody down in Weston
She said she don't fuck with me, that's okay
I might hit my whole roster for some face
I been smoking ganja like a rasta, I'm in space
My money got longer soon than she got out the way
Bitch, get out my lane, now I'm paid
I don't wanna talk about it, bitch, get out my face
Shorty, I wanna know what you see in me
I wanna know what the fuck is up
I wanna do things peacefully
You gotta know I play for keeps
I gotta know you spray for me
You gotta keep it a K with me
Now she saying that she's done with me
Girl, I hope you understand, replace you comfortably
She said she don't fuck with me, that's okay
I might hit my whole roster for some face
I been smoking ganja like a rasta, I'm in space
My money got longer soon than she got out the way
Bitch, get out my lane, now I'm paid
I don't wanna talk about it, bitch, get out my face
I been smoking ganja like a rasta, I'm in space
My money got longer soon than she got out the way
Bitch a big stepper, built for whatever
Move he too clever, he lunch, you punk rappers
For what?
Nobody catch em, his touch, be too impressive
He bust for talking reckless, can't pass him, he too aggressive
Mm,
that's how I'm steppin'
My weed's seedless, my trees leafless
Smoke to my life seamless
I been smoking good reefer
I been smoking good reefer
On one, bitch I'm on one
Tell her bend it over, bend it over
Baby, come here closer, come here closer
I don't wanna argue, talk it over
I don't need to borrow, I'm an owner
Ain't think about tomorrow in the moment
I was feeling awful when that phone hit
Heard brody chose a coffin and his own fit
Compliment my sauce,
Take a lot to meet my standards
I can't take a loss, only bosses in my circle
Your lil' lady lost, she be all up in my mentions
She said I was a lot, I guess I'm too much to handle
She said I was a lot, I said, baby, go find less then
Lost up in my sauce, she be lost up in my dressing
If I take you on, better know I'll be your best man
If I did you wrong, baby, no, I will not stress it
What the fuck the cost? I don't peep it, I just cop it
What the fuck you on? Hella ganja in my section
And brody keep it on him, yeah, he grip the Smith & Wesson
I was putting on for my brody down in Weston
She said she don't fuck with me, that's okay
I might hit my whole roster for some face
I been smoking ganja like a rasta, I'm in space
My money got longer soon than she got out the way
Bitch, get out my lane, now I'm paid
I don't wanna talk about it, bitch, get out my face
Shorty, I wanna know what you see in me
I wanna know what the fuck is up
I wanna do things peacefully
You gotta know I play for keeps
I gotta know you spray for me
You gotta keep it a K with me
Now she saying that she's done with me
Girl, I hope you understand, replace you comfortably
She said she don't fuck with me, that's okay
I might hit my whole roster for some face
I been smoking ganja like a rasta, I'm in space
My money got longer soon than she got out the way
Bitch, get out my lane, now I'm paid
I don't wanna talk about it, bitch, get out my face
I been smoking ganja like a rasta, I'm in space
My money got longer soon than she got out the way
Bitch a big stepper, built for whatever
Move he too clever, he lunch, you punk rappers
For what?
Nobody catch em, his touch, be too impressive
He bust for talking reckless, can't pass him, he too aggressive
Mm,
that's how I'm steppin'
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Writer(s): Caleb Olson
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