Alex Wiley, Consequence, Chuck Inglish, GLC, Chance The Rapper - Spaceship iii lyrics
[Alex Wiley, Consequence, Chuck Inglish, GLC, Chance The Rapper - Spaceship iii lyrics]
Blast off (uhh baby)
It's the motherfucking time now
Dug a deep ditch when I quit school
But this rapping shit helping me climb out
Me and Chancellor, fuck you tahm bout
Village shittin' on niggas in time out
When im feeling this all that i rhyme 'bout
Me and Kembe grindin' in the grind house
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 im trippin'
Of the weed and that im
Sippin' on at least you
Tipping, fuck you mean
Gotta get mine, gotta fucking win
Gotta bring the Village, I gotta represent it
I gotta keep on pushing
Gotta keep on working
I can't stop yelling fuck though
I gotta keep on shittin'
All we wanna do is get money
Seem like errbody want some shit from me
Like put me on with this and
Hook me on with that
Find your way up off my dick homie
Remember I used to keep the sacks with me
In the basement, watching that Rap City
Niggas used to say I rap shitty, funny
Now them niggas want a track with me
If my manager insults me again
I will be assaulting him
After I fuck the manager up
Then I'm going to shorten 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
Yeah I stole, never got caught
Yea, they're going to do it on purpose man
It's going to be haters lurking
You know what I'm talking about?
Wishing to see you fail
But at the end of the day if
You got God on your side
Why the fuck would you believe in hell
You know what I'm talking about?
Hate ain't shit but the devil
Tell them motherfuckers to get up
And get up on a
Whole 'nother motherfucking level ism
NASA, whole world wants to know
What you crashed for
Jag off, what you jag for
I'm just doing what you assholes
Had asked for when we going to home?
My eyes hurt, my throat hurt, my soul hurt
My whole church know my niggas on dirt
Lil' college dropout, blame it on Ye'
Lil' Jimmy didn't grown up
He's 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 The
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 going to shorten 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
Yeah I stole, never got caught
Everything was right, everything was night
Then I gave it light
I was thinking about the other
Side, come in peace, yeah the underneath
The tree enormous, straight economics
You know the price cuz we save for college
Know what's right, ain't no way around it
It's the same thing that we do for dollars
Bad back, stay from round me
I don't need it, I don't want it
It's the only thing that keep me going
I don't even know where I'm going
If you see me on the sea
I be floating gravitating to the tree
I be knowing what be really killing me
I am a scope, and you just focus
I remember how to take a dollar band
Ye and Dame was the hollar fam
So I'mma rep Queens and Hollis Ave
Til they make me a hologram
I told ya'll there was no days off
Told ya'll we was gon' take off
A&R was so proud of me
They didn't wanna pay me salaries
But now they blowing up my galaxy
Can they come smoke loud with me
I think back and have to say damn
Then I gotta say Amen
But what I just took out of Chase
I could probably go to outer space
I don't have to reach the heap in the car
All I have to do is reach for the stars
If my manager insults me again
I will be assaulting him
After I fuck the manager up
Then I'm going to shorten 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
Yeah I stole, never got caught
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-ism
It's the motherfucking time now
Dug a deep ditch when I quit school
But this rapping shit helping me climb out
Me and Chancellor, fuck you tahm bout
Village shittin' on niggas in time out
When im feeling this all that i rhyme 'bout
Me and Kembe grindin' in the grind house
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 im trippin'
Of the weed and that im
Sippin' on at least you
Tipping, fuck you mean
Gotta get mine, gotta fucking win
Gotta bring the Village, I gotta represent it
I gotta keep on pushing
Gotta keep on working
I can't stop yelling fuck though
I gotta keep on shittin'
All we wanna do is get money
Seem like errbody want some shit from me
Like put me on with this and
Hook me on with that
Find your way up off my dick homie
Remember I used to keep the sacks with me
In the basement, watching that Rap City
Niggas used to say I rap shitty, funny
Now them niggas want a track with me
If my manager insults me again
I will be assaulting him
After I fuck the manager up
Then I'm going to shorten 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
Yeah I stole, never got caught
Yea, they're going to do it on purpose man
It's going to be haters lurking
You know what I'm talking about?
Wishing to see you fail
But at the end of the day if
You got God on your side
Why the fuck would you believe in hell
You know what I'm talking about?
Hate ain't shit but the devil
Tell them motherfuckers to get up
And get up on a
Whole 'nother motherfucking level ism
NASA, whole world wants to know
What you crashed for
Jag off, what you jag for
I'm just doing what you assholes
Had asked for when we going to home?
My eyes hurt, my throat hurt, my soul hurt
My whole church know my niggas on dirt
Lil' college dropout, blame it on Ye'
Lil' Jimmy didn't grown up
He's 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 The
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 going to shorten 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
Yeah I stole, never got caught
Everything was right, everything was night
Then I gave it light
I was thinking about the other
Side, come in peace, yeah the underneath
The tree enormous, straight economics
You know the price cuz we save for college
Know what's right, ain't no way around it
It's the same thing that we do for dollars
Bad back, stay from round me
I don't need it, I don't want it
It's the only thing that keep me going
I don't even know where I'm going
If you see me on the sea
I be floating gravitating to the tree
I be knowing what be really killing me
I am a scope, and you just focus
I remember how to take a dollar band
Ye and Dame was the hollar fam
So I'mma rep Queens and Hollis Ave
Til they make me a hologram
I told ya'll there was no days off
Told ya'll we was gon' take off
A&R was so proud of me
They didn't wanna pay me salaries
But now they blowing up my galaxy
Can they come smoke loud with me
I think back and have to say damn
Then I gotta say Amen
But what I just took out of Chase
I could probably go to outer space
I don't have to reach the heap in the car
All I have to do is reach for the stars
If my manager insults me again
I will be assaulting him
After I fuck the manager up
Then I'm going to shorten 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
Yeah I stole, never got caught
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-ism