Deckar - Space (feat. Nature) Lyrics

I pray to God so he sends my blessings on the way
Oh my God, I be feeling like I'm out of space Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga
Be
Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga
Be
I pray to God so he sends my blessings on the way
Oh my God, I be feeling like I'm out of space
Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga be
Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga be

Ya I put it on me
Man throw that cheese
For their eyes to see
Man I got that steeze
When I pull up the rondo bando man make hits
Ya I mix that lean
Man pass that stick
Them opps them leave man I got that steez
When I pull up the rondo bando, man make hits

Wetin dey sup, smoke loud in a benz
I no dey pretend but nothing dey sup
I dey with my gang, we just dey the ends, we just dey focus

Getting money is a must, cause this life is too tough
I no fit to dey soft in this life I'm going harder than hard
I'm gonna chop this life like stupid, I swear that's word to my mama
They say I've been too quiet this year, I swear I'm bringing the drama

Omo kosi wahala, I no come to look you I no send your father
Eating this beat e dey taste like Ofada , I'm busting your head e dey do like Osama
You no fit detain us
Matter wey no go fit pain us
You pour groundnut, we chest am kick am like ball, you no fit to stain us
Account e don overfeed I pepper your feed, you no fit to shame us
Too wild, you no fit to tame us
This space e no fit contain us cause
Matter don comot from handle
Money the boys we dey throw am in bundle

Fire your mata, I melt am like candle, Rondo dey march that Benz cause
Boys don grind and they don comot from jungle
Streets to the bando, dribble the popo, the girl dey ring my phone
Like Nate, are you home? I'm home, but please don't show, I'm done with the hoes

Double discharge and e no be mistake, na me dey shoot like a million takes
I don dey cast like a billion cases, I've been through all of the serious cases
No fear, no case, no face, no case, so I tie my lace
Then I hit up my guy Talibando, jam at the studio

Ya I put it on me, man I throw that cheese, for their eyes to see, man I got that steeze
When I pull up the rondo bando man make hits, ya mix that lean man pass that stick
Them opps them leave man I got that steez
When I pull up the rondo bando, man make hits

I pray to God so he sends my blessings on the way
Oh my God, I be feeling like I'm out of space
Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga be
Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga be

Oh my God, I be feeling like I'm out of space
I pray to God so he sends my blessings on the way
Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga be
Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga be