Alex Wiley - Spaceship II Lyrics
(feat. Chance the Rapper & GLC)Blast off, it's the mother*****ing time nowDug a deep ditch when I quit school, but this rapping shit helping me climb outMe and Chancelor, ***** you talking 'boutVillage shitting on niggas in time outWhen I’m feeling this all that I rhyme 'boutMe and Kembe grinding in the grind houseAsking where I wanna go, who I wanna beMy life is nothing more than ripping all these beatsAnd that's the way I want itI’m tripping of the weed and I’m sipping on the leanYou tipping, ***** you meanGotta get mine, gotta *****ing winGotta bring the Village, I gotta represent itI gotta keep on pushing, I gotta keep on workingI can't stop yelling ***** though, I gotta keep on shittingAll we wanna do is get moneySeem like everybody want some shit from meLike put me on with this and hook me up with thatFind your way up off my dick, homieRemember I used to keep the sacks with meIn the basement, watching that Rap CityNiggas used to say I rap shitty, funnyNow them niggas want a track with meIf my manager insults me againI will be assaulting himAfter I ***** the manager upThen I'm going to shorten the register upLet's go back, back to the GapLook at my check, wasn't no scratchSo if I stole, wasn't my faultYeah, I stole, never got caughtIf my manager insults me againI will be assaulting himAfter I ***** the manager upThen I'm going to shorten the register upLet's go back, back to the GapLook at my check, wasn't no scratchSo if I stole, wasn't my faultYeah, I stole, never got caughtYeah, they're going to do it on purpose manIt's going to be haters lurkingYou know what I'm talking about?Wishing to see you failBut at the end of the day if you got God on your sideWhy the ***** would you believe in hellYou know what I'm talking about?Hate ain't shit but the devilTell them mother*****ers to get upAnd get up on a whole another mother*****ing levelIt’s NASAWhole world wants to know what you crashed forJack off, what you jag forI’m just doing what you *****s had asked forWhen we gonna go home?My eyes hurt, my throat hurt, my sole hurtMy whole church know my niggas on dirtLil' college dropout, blame it on Ye'Lil' Jimmy done grown up, he's slanging them tapesSouthside, out West, South by SouthwestDoubt my prowess, I guess 'bout now I'm freshGoodness graciousVisionary chasing, chance with a space and a dotAnd a pronoun and the car spaciousAnd a spaceship for the spaceship likeIf my manager insults me againI will be assaulting himAfter I ***** the manager upThen I'm going to shorten the register upLet's go back, back to the GapLook at my check, wasn't no scratchSo if I stole, wasn't my faultYeah, I stole, never got caughtIf my manager insults me againI will be assaulting himAfter I ***** the manager upThen I'm going to shorten the register upLet's go back, back to the GapLook at my check, wasn't no scratchSo if I stole, wasn't my faultYeah, I stole, never got caughtYeah, always keep your ism at a magnificent levelThat it's true, know what I'm talking about?I come to find out there's three type of people in the worldThere's those that ask what happenedThere's those that saw it happenAnd then there's those that made it happenAnd which one are you?Cathedral, ism
