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space no Galileo

(Who the fuck) give me my space
High as fuck, make my heart race
Bullets gon' eat up his face
Real rich drug addict, do it my way

and my skill
Like sugar lemon lemonade
Perfect mix
Triple 7
Not a 6
I'm a blessing
I'm his kid
Cross my heart hope to die
I be sick with the mic
I'm

time, man where do I start
First, I'm sorry bout all that health stuff with your heart
I know it caught you and your family off guard
But hopefully you're

battling demons Lord 
Where are you I'm face to face with the reaper
Finally get home My girl is pissed Said she's sick of my shit Them Other hoes calling

find him
I hid it from The Mayans
My spirit Apacalypto
At home with a foreign creature
My common is your Crypto
Zoology to classify a nation
I'm

caught 
Hold your head up little mama it's that lames Loss


Where he at when you calling he ain't picking up 
It's cause this Lying as nigga prolly in

took his his bitch so he depressed i call him mordocai
Pouring up on dickonson ferry right by boulevard
Bouta give the dick to some berrys that ready for

I was only 9, my brother 7,
was my brothers birthday, our house robbed on another Wednesday 
Came home to my mothers tears, had my heart racin',
Some

only 3 percent make it out
The process is long, you lucky if e nor make you mad
I got people back home I gotta take em out
I'm pushing everybody, if dem

the back his Grandma house
Jack boys robbing people by the ATMs with cameras out
Combat the darkness with the Ayahuasca, pour it down my throat
Sheep in

his heart up not like a sweepstakes
Preach face cause everybody get to receive grace
My mind was busy
Through the night it was hard to sleep straight
I

on a island
Don't really talk, i'm just tryna get by
They care how ya feel
Why you sound so surprised
Just focus on you & forget bout the hype
This shit ain't

the field selling hope
Remember had nowhere to go
Big bro gave me key to his home
Turned me to a beast yea I know
I remember did 50 that month
Lotta bills now

smoking ganja and we get high
That's the only way I know how to get by
I ain't talking Juice WRLD but bitch, bye-bye
Cause I no longer need you all up in my

where are you now when i need you the most
And you just leave me like a ghost
Your heart is where i called home
Waking up in the middle of the night,

alchemy
Knew I should've told ya I'd be there by the morning
But I wanna sneak up on ya and surprise ya with a sight to see
Like, "Hi it's me!"
Would you

It smells like cigarette smoke
The current concrete is a joke
Sort of beat like my hope
Or heart anyways
It's hard to hear what I say
Lot

Building an empire
Looking for a team I can trust in
Yo girl blushing
Where's the respect
Nick said aint nobody loyal
Making weak rappers soil they pants

Trust in The Lord with all your heart
And do not lean on your own understating
This is Denim
I don't know when
I can't believe in chance
Days roll by

This is for all my niggas that been feeling low lately, for all my niggas that been heartbroken
By a bitch
We don't need them bitches nigga, all you

on big and better things
I'm the greatest that will ever be
That you'll ever see
Doing something you ain't never seen
Rapping referee
When the whistle blow

up in that back trunk
You know that old school bitch, she like to get in funk
It's splitting motherfuckers by the seams
My grandaddy Mr. AR-15
Said he

Hey bro... Remember when it was just us?
Looking up at the sky, wondering what’s what
“Is there a god or is it just us?”
“Man, shut up...”
I used

his words again and again he broke her heart with truck keys and a pen 
But she’ll keep this line until she’s old 
Well I just talked to God and we feel