Outer Space

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You looking for handouts
That ain't an offer, dude
If I take this chain off of you
You in solitude
I'mma ball, no Spalding
I won't fall, I'm crawling
I am dope alone
Must be Post Malone
'Cause I'm just fucking saucin'
I'm flying
Perfect timing, I make bread while you're deciding
Ain't even trying, applying
Ain't got the cannon, but I'm out and wilding
Y'all do it for the clout, y'all childish
Y'all ain't grinding
Don't be wasting your time fantacizing
The only bills you get is from Verizon
Hold up, Don't slow up
In a minute me and my brothers gonna blow up
I roll up the raw shit
The games we play, you stay in the closet
Gettin' green like Boston
Ain't no fucking option
You can't call the shots
Then wonder who shot 'em
I'm a hot topic, Don't need to clock in
And they stop talking when I walk in
With your problems, don't come to me with your nonsense
Quiet, silence, your highness is high and I don't believe in violence
You can't fight this
You can't write this
This shit priceless
It's alright, kids
My pen wins, but I ain't flightless
Weed the finest
You can't light this
You can try it
You can't buy it
This for smoking, take an OZ to my sinus
Outer Space, can't be fucking writing, need a hyphen
Outer Space, let's take flight then
Your shit ain't worth hyping
Your shit dying
Why you crying?
It's alright then
Before you compare, make sure you're aware
Like open your eyelids (Aye)
Sharper than a splinter, master
Smoke the ghost, no Casper
Nasty like a distaster
We get the money faster
Rollin' up on silver platters
I see your bitch, I snatch her
You a lacker, I'm a Laker
You've been wacker
You can have her
Rap like Marshall Mathers
I'm so lit I eat these actors
Regurgitate these rappers
You get left in a slump, get hit with the pump
No President Trump, we don't settle with chumps
Get your revenue up, a pedestal jump
Get sex when I want, get hexed from this blunt
Hit them homers instead of the bunts
Believe these rappers are lunch, but I never bite
Got an appetite for the actors that ain't actin' right, actually nice
But I feed on beats with ease like chicken taryaki and rice
I have to be right
'Cause after that night
I laddered the light and decided to go to Outer Space
Outer Space, Outer Space, yeah
(Outer Space)
And I'm trying to go to Outer Space
Outer Space, Outer Space, yeah
(Outer Space)
And I'm trying to go to Outer Space
I don't care what a pussy bitch got to say
I'm on my way, like honestly
F*ck with me, you get some trauma today
No drama today
Destined for lots of pay
I don't care what the cost will say
Step to me, you get crossed and swayed
We nasty ballas mane
Torchin' like a rasta man
Stop your man
Homies had 'em choppers man
They all about it man
I'm about them commas man
Y'all some toddlers man
I down the liquor like some water man
Y'all are playing
You can't play me, you can pay me in advance
I'mma get the millions while these bitches want a quarterback
Yeah, you go for that
I'll be gucci'd down, you'll struggle to order that
You ignore stats, write bore raps
I'm right with more facts
Automatic, off the bat
I'm back to pass the wack crack addicts with the habits of living lavish
Kill a tracklist
Flows, bars, and malice
You're lacky, tacky, actually
Manny Pacquiao, how your ass beat down
You can't catch me now
Moving the speed of sound
While y'all feed on clout
(Bitch)
I got a reality check
I'm actually direct
In a battle with debt
With no hassle, I impress
With no towel, I'll clean the mess
With no owl, I'll be the next
With no crown, I'll get respect
With no power, I'll be the best and seize the rest
I'll blow your mind, you can't even see your neck
(No!)
And I'm trying to go to Outer Space

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