spaced out (feat. iNTAKE 444)
[prcy]
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I ain't 'finna stop 'til I'm famous I remember coming up and I was nameless All these bitches wanna f*ck, I tell them "say less" Drunk and high but I don't wanna go to space yet I ain't 'finna stop 'til I'm famous Steady catching flights to many different places All these hoes I'm fuckin', I don't see their faces Hit it from the back, the pussy feel amazing I ain't gonna stop until I'm famous Jay 12s, not 1s on my laces She told me she got my songs on her playlist She won't get attached to me if she ain't basic Gonna boss up, get my check right Drop acid and we staring at the sky tonight Opiates in my system, I'mma die alive Big racks in my bag and they all mine Talk facts, talk the realest into my mic Only work with those who got a fuckin' straight mind Too high, I can't walk in a straight line Gimme top, I can't lie, she got a great mind Ex wanted to see me, I can't make time Yeah, so I just waste time Yeah, I be pouring lines, yeah, she be telling lies She want me to hold her while the bitch cries Told her that I love her like a million times Destined for the top, It's a matter of time I can't feel my face, feel like I'mma die I can't feel my face, feel like I'mma die Smoke a zip of weed, yeah Staring at the sky, yeah I ain't 'finna stop 'til I'm famous I remember coming up and I was nameless All these bitches wanna f*ck, I tell them "say less" Drunk and high but I don't wanna go to space yet I ain't 'finna stop 'til I'm famous Steady catching flights to many different places All these hoes I'm fuckin', I don't see their faces Hit it from the back, the pussy feel amazing You are now witnessing greatness Earlier, I was feeling a little lazy All of a sudden, I'm back and they hate me Ain't been feeling myself a little lately I got a bag in the streets, yeah, they paid me Ken popped a 'yerc, now he lazy Now he talking to Steve, ain't no Lacy F*ck the talk, I need checks, where my money, please? Play with my niggas, you know they gonna shoot it up Popped a perc 10, now he booted up If you hate me, nigga, suck my two nuts Otherwise, keep your trap shut Just kept grinding, didn't need luck All of a sudden they need us Now it's harder for them just to keep up I remember when you tried to leave us Yeah, had a lot of shit going through my mind Yeah, can't be feeding it with these lies, yeah, yeah, yeah Starting to lose control of my life Yeah, hopefully one day I'll strive, yeah, yeah, yeah I ain't 'finna stop 'til I'm famous I remember coming up and I was nameless All these bitches wanna f*ck, I tell them "say less" Drunk and high but I don't wanna go to space yet I ain't 'finna stop 'til I'm famous Steady catching flights to many different places All these hoes I'm fuckin', I don't see their faces Hit it from the back, the pussy feel amazing
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Written by: Niko Rodino, Ken McGuire, Noble Eshun
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