Space Boy

What's the 411 son? I be the Space Boy, but I keep it so down to Earth Going 500 since my momma gave birth Bend over backwards when my bros in the dirt Still my hands clean in case I get called into work I might have lost my mind But I never missed a rhyme I gave your bitch my digits She cam over every night I made her float like a feather do Ain't mad at you I'm just a kid with an attitude I'll let the falling sand decide weather the glass is half filled My homie said: your optimism is what's gonna get you killed That's why we keep a blunt on us In case some shit just ain't right That's why we keep a blunderbuss In case we get in a fight I can't stay for long because my rent is still due Spent my last check all on a baggie of goods Stomach be rumbling, it's going to be over soon Space Boy, I might take you up to the Moon No I ain't dreaming, this shit is real No I ain't dreaming, this shit is real Wake up, I know you believe it still Wake up, I know you believe it still No I ain't dreaming, this shit is real No I ain't dreaming, this shit is real Wake up, I know you believe it still Wake up, I know you believe it still Space Boy Tell me is this real life? I don't know no more Building dams on wackos they don't low no more, Row no more I got bigger boats in deeper waters, see Ain't it odd to see me go Kubrick like Odyssey Shining, I'm lit Signed your bitch's tit And my bass knock so hard, it go make that coochie drip Took a leap of faith down the Atlantic (I ain't talking Avenue) Brooklyn taught me I ain't from this planet But I still be cooling on the block, yeah that's my habit And I still slide on bitched like my dick is debit If I had to watch my sins there would be no liquor left They said nothing was right so I just went left No I aint dreaming, this shit is real Wake up I know you believe it still Wallet broke, hope it's all over soon Space Boy, I might take you up to the Moon No I ain't dreaming, this shit is real No I ain't dreaming, this shit is real Wake up, I know you believe it still Wake up, I know you believe it still No I ain't dreaming, this shit is real No I ain't dreaming, this shit is real Wake up, I know you believe it still Wake up, I know you believe it still Space Boy Tell me is this real life? I don't know no more Roll up another rocket, I can't slow no more Papa told me to stop getting high He don't understand I need to get back to the sky Got too many problems and vices here to relax I can't even kick back, I'm tryinna get me some racks Dream of model bitches and we fucking in a truck I mean there's plenty fun with mamacita's in the Bronx But understand that I'm the Space Boy, up to the Moon Fuck you gonna do, bitch Up to the Moon I'll be there real soon, real soon, real soon Up to the Moon Fuck you gonna do Up to the moon I'll be there real soon, real soon, real soon No I ain't dreaming, this shit is real Wake up, I know you believe it still , Space Boy No I ain't dreaming, this shit is real Wake up, I know you believe it still