Space X

Ayo I had to show you who the one, the bum's back, broke from the fall off Still going up like SpaceX and your tape deck dripping all sauce Lotta bums cut from your cloth, money talk, bucks on my call log Label deals with the prior deals was a lot of pills and raw soft Saw more but I needed it, young wild disobedient Lone wolf, got it on my own 'cause Them other niggas ain't believing it Now I'm leading it, leveled up from when the double cup had lean in it Brought all of my thoughts to life ' Cause before I was just dreaming it Hand to hand, scam scheming it Heard your album is a piece of shit Yeah, them niggas washed up, I'm the only one that's gon' keep it lit Big stepping all over the globe in Designer clothes, on my feet is Rick Yeah, probably would've slowed my roll If the younger me could see this shit I was crooked from a lot of booking Two phone jugging deep in the field Lost my homies to the grave and the Cage so lately I don't know how to feel 85Ers don't know how to build, I put Brick after brick after brick after brick Everybody on your team rich, huh? Vick after Vick after Vick after Vick Why you with such-and-such, ain't never Did a song? Bro, that nigga's a bitch I don't wanna waste my time doing Something that ain't gonna amount to shit We are not the same kind, them other motherfuckers counterfeit This the real deal, no co-d, did it doley 'cause they will squeal None of these niggas my homies, just A bunch of rappers that I will kill At the top it's so lonely, when I look around it's gang only I remember when they didn't know me, now They fucking neck under my sneaker heels Payola paper to roam streets, fuck a friendship, son, I need the bill 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0, Liftoff Ayo It's going hand in hand every time the door swing, made a couple bands Never trust niggas do dumb shit when they broke, only fuck with fam Bitches on my line tryna spend time, hit it one time then I scram I'm that nigga, bitches love me down sending me nudes on Instagram You know what it is, clout can't feed the kids, need dollar signs Told them other niggas eat a dick, if It ain't chips then it's dick tonight Them niggas ain't got they own wave They just latching on to a rapper's shine I'm the motherfucking champ like Stone Cold bitch, that's the bottom line Whipping the Benz in sport mode, high in the fast lane doing a buck Yeah, that's your girl, that's your world I just call her to come through and suck We toolied up, I've been having my way, got nothing to do with luck All them corny niggas in the way dropping tapes but nobody give a fuck Comparison is embarrassing, every shape or form they ain't live as us Rap ain't for everybody, some of y'all bitch niggas need to give it up Been through up and downs, highs, lows Trials, tribulations in the game of life All that shit made me who I am, world in my hand, I'ma ride this life Motherfucker