Blast off.
It's our mothafuckin time now.
Dug a deep ditch when I quit school but this ship shit helping me climb out.
Me & Chancelor.
Fuck you tahm bout.
Village shittin on niggas in timeout.
What I'm feeling is all that I rhyme bout.
Me & Kembe grindin in the grindhouse.
Asking where I wanna go who I wanna be.
My life is nothing more than ripping all these beats.
And that's the way I want it.
I'm trippin of the week & I'm sippin on the lean if you tippin fuck you mean.
Gotta get mine.
Gotta fuckin win.
Gotta bring the Village and I gotta represent and I gotta keep on pushing.
I gotta keep on working.
I can't stop giving fucks though.
Gotta keep on chillin.
I we wanna is get money.
Seems like everybody want some shit from me.
Like put me on with this & hook me up with that.
Find yo way up off my dick homie.
Remember I used to keep the sacks with me in the basement watching Rap City.
Niggas used to say I rap shitty, funny.
Now them niggas wanna track with me, aaah.
If my manager insults me again, I will be assaulting him.
After I fuck the manager up then I'm gonna (?) the register up.
Let's go back.
Back to the gap.
Look at my check.
Wasn't no scratch.
So if I stole, wasn't my fault.
Yea I stole, never got caught.
If my manager insults me again, I will be assaulting him.
After I fuck the manager up then I'm gonna (?) the register up.
Let's go back.
Back to the gap.
Look at my check.
Wasn't no scratch.
So if I stole, wasn't my fault.
Yea I stole, never got caught. (GLC) Yea they gon' do it on purpose, man.
There's gon be haters lurkin, ya know what I'm tahm bout.
Wishing to see you fail.
But at the end of the day, if you got God on your side why in the fuck would you believe in hell, ya know what I'm tahm bout.
Have they shit but the devil, tell them muhfuckas to get up on anotha muhfuckin level, ISM. (Chance) NASA.
Whole world wanna know what you crash for.
Jackoff.
What you jack for?
I'm just doing what you assholes had asked for.
When we gonan go home my eyes hurt, my throat hurt, my soul hurt, my whole church threw my niggas on dirt.
Lil' college dropout.
Blame it on Ye.
Lil' Jimmy done grown up, he slangin them tapes.
Southside out west.
South by Southwest.
Doubt my prowess.
I guess bout now I'm fresh.
Goodness gracious,
Visionary chasing, Chance with a space and Then a pronoun, and the car spacious,
And a spaceship for the spaceship like IGH!
If my manager insults me again, I will be assaulting him.
After I fuck the manager up then I'm gonna (?) the register up.
Let's go back.
Back to the gap.
Look at my check.
Wasn't no scratch.
So if I stole, wasn't my fault.
Yea I stole, never got caught.
If my manager insults me again, I will be assaulting him.
After I fuck the manager up then I'm gonna (?) the register up.
Let's go back.
Back to the gap.
Look at my check.
Wasn't no scratch.
So if I stole, wasn't my fault.
Yea I stole, never got caught. (GLC) Yea, always keep your ism at a magnificent level
That it's true, know what I'm talking about?
I come to find out there's three type of people in the world
There's those that ask what happened
There's those that saw it happen
And then there's those that made it happen
And which one are you?
Cathedral.

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