Spaceship

My grind mode trying to blow like dro smoke been up and down so yo yo
Don’t go dolo they low low in the lo lo with clips full load
Like the face of a porno hoe, they’ll pour your soul, when they let fo’fo’s go
Bro some hitter’s so cold with dos fo' fo’s right at ya front do’s or by your
windows like Dos
No doze from dos when dosed with those go ghost at most
Yo coast to coast I toast and roast with notes from the wisest souls and dopest
quotes
You don' know about the turmoil, where they burn bridges, turn bitch and never
turn loyal
Ghetto math don’t matter if you ever learned foil, why? Bullets subtract and
burn all you
Streets hot with sin like the kitchen where work boil, shiest bitches fuck men
who turned on you
Haters a flame throw your baby pour the urn on you, talking sick fucks who
wanna take turns on you
Come drive through the ghetto in stick shift, where they ain’t hesitant to
stick chicks
And them little kids love slit wrist of them other little kids who spit shit
Dead raped pregnant women made mules to move the drugs in the back of trucks
They cut stomachs up while undeveloped un-borns fall out with heroin and guts
Freight C-Sections in the intersection they pull out hard, pushwhite erection
This life in Housing the eighth section, where fates ain’t destined to make
heaven
On the spaceship
We getting high, high
We getting by, by
You and I, I (4x)
From ghetto streets where metal speaks living on the edge of this widow’s peak
Heaven we seek in every heartbeat beat, need to get free like Kunta Kent feet
Trying to leave cold nights, bringing chills in my life, a lot of cold
shoulders but never no ice
Got me hot headed like my dome filled with spice till the point where I can’t
control my vice
So I get wrong, live wrong, get pissed off sin more bend laws, still pissed
cause
Being more wrong never made me alright it damn sure never made me more right
When bliss goes hate come down to play some take faith pray to Mary Jane
Like Mary Jane I need a merry day, take my brain so far away
To a great plane where we all sane and everyone equal and love the same
Come and numb our pain like dope in the vein I say this gracious not in vain
Make it disappear like David Blane, I’m out matched like Bruce facing Bane
Really though baby, I’m bound and chain, like Silas on Weeds I’m starting to
strain
On the spaceship
We getting high, high
We getting by, by
You and I, I (2x)