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(Verse)
Kill a nigga over nothing
Run from fast money, is a control substance
Iâm addicted to it, bitch I got the shakes
And I hit the Rove runnin like I cut the brakes
Sharp blade to his knee, tell him cut the cake
Point a bitch took my dick, tell er fuck a date
95, got that slow money, call it steel mills
GPS, ask whatâs my destination, I say straight to hell
Iâm not jokin baby, Iâm so Dave Chapelle
Iâm so sick and fat, if Iâd try to weight myself Iâd break the scale
Whereâs my competition, Iâm so tired of having to face myself
I keep killin this shit and killin this shit, I might have to pace myself
(Pre-Hook)
With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate
But I wouldnât dare take a break
Baby Iâm so fresh to death, I have a wake every day
Iâmma stay strapped til I die
Iâll take my glock to my grave
(Hook)
Give me space, give me space
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space, give me space
Iâm so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space!
Iâm so muthafuckin fly, give me space
(Verse)
Stay in yo lane, I donât give a fuck how you ride, I ainât too famous to fire
I got young niggas with me shootin while they tryna break a tie
And lifeâs too short to take yo time
I spend every day on the grind
You just in the way of the grind
No hesitation, you dyin if you ever play with whatâs mine
Trap nigga bout my Nike sign and my life in times
Loved a pretty bitch round my dick like her license expired
Iâm so motherfuckin high, I may just take this so much space
So good the sun will break
Iâm with this shit, thatâs more than some would say
And one would say the truth I already lost
If this is a numberâs race
You should have funds to chase instead you soak until you runnin a play
And you donât run the streets
You know whatâs yo mindâs you donât even run yo plates
I wouldnât be bout it wit yo pretending ass but I canât even concentrate
(Pre-Hook)
With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate
But I wouldnât dare take a break
Baby Iâm so fresh to death, I have a wake every day
Iâmma stay strapped til I die
Iâll take my glock to my grave
(Hook)
Give me space, give me space
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space, give me space
Iâm so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space!
Iâm so muthafuckin fly, give me space
(Verse)
But I stare the devil dead in the face
Tell em if I go to hell he gon need a new place
Drove myself insane, tryna get my own fate
Lil nigga still swingin, never left the home place, draw yo drapes
Close yo curtains, shut yo blinds, stay inside
Itâs a jungle outside, they put money over pride
I put money on my mind and my mind in the may
At yo motherfuckin throat, bout to show you how to shave
(Pre-Hook)
With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate
But I wouldnât dare take a break
Baby Iâm so fresh to death, I have a wake every day
Iâmma stay strapped til I die
Iâll take my glock to my grave
(Hook)
Give me space, give me space
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space, give me space
Iâm so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space!
Iâm so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!