Yeah, yeah, eh
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, yeah, uh
The Corvette roof evaporated
Pushed the button, it regenerated, stupid crazy
I'm super smart with paper
Niggas hating, imitated
That's just human nature, I don't blame them
I just keep-away 'em, my bro got a ray gun, uh
Motherf*cker play, bet he won't make summer
I put your bitch on a wave runner
I was on a yacht deck wavin' from it
I bought these trunks in London
I bought this hoodie on Fairfax, I'm all over, hundred
Like traces of that cocaine, I'm all over money
Eastside, eh
In a spaceship blowin' my face off (yeah)
I don't take no days off (yeah)
Too many y'all niggas laid up (yuh)
And that's why y'all niggas laid off (yuh)
Nigga did me dirty when I fell off (yeah)
But I ain't writin' no tell-all (yeah)
My book givin' you game, nigga (yuh)
I ain't gotta write about lame niggas (yuh)
And if you love that lame nigga
I'm still talkin' 'bout the same nigga (yeah)
Whatchu know about college-educated
And still had to sell cocaine, nigga? (yeah)
What you know about before the fame
Me and Steve still blowin' in flame, nigga? (yeah)
Son of Atlanta I am-a (yuh)
Product of grandma and grandpa (yuh)
The drunker I get and the slummer I get
And you hear that real westside Atlanta (yeah!)
I went to Doug, I know the plug
I know the preachers and I know the thug
Don't give a damn, don't give a f*ck
Rollin' in a '72 cutlass (yeah)
Polo tee with the bucket
Attitude still on "f*ck it"
I refrain from that f*ck-shit
I'm all about big bucks, bitch
Niggas wanna move like rap niggas
Me, I wanna move like Rob Smith
F*ck that rap and trap shit
I'm a landlord, bitch, pay rent
Pay rent
Ayy, ayy, we just get high and we fly away (Southside finest)
Ayy, ayy, in my spaceship got no time to waste (Toni)
762 in your bucket (yeah)
Mike got a '96 Impala (yeah)
Don't think I won't murk ya (yuh)
Be out by the time my son hit college (yuh)
Cold enough to make her knees wobble (yeah)
Double-G-G ski goggles (yeah)
Healthcare 'round my way (yuh)
Got an AK for a street bible
Hellcats makin' donuts, say them boys singin' like revival
Pulled out the piece, peace sign him
Hit her with the D and bought her designer
Half a mil' for my fee-finder
Use a coffee grinder for a weed grinder
Search your house for a key, find it
Got pounds of money then reclinin'
Arm & Hammer my best friend (yeah)
Turkey bag, my best friend
Dirty scale, my best friend
Rubber band, my best friend
Hold a joint with my left hand (yeah)
Hug my uncle on his deathbed (yeah)
'Nuff said is enough said (yuh)
One thing for sure, puff, pass
Can't be playin' with them folk for real
Fo petty
Put your ass under investigation
Investigation, uh
Investigation, nuh, yeah
Investigation
They'll put you on that shit
Ayy, ayy, we just get high and we fly away
Ayy, ayy, in my spaceship, got no time to waste
That's the best way to say it, more comfortable
Even though comfortable and safe is the same thing, but comfortable
You can be comfortable around killers, you know you ain't safe
SPACESHIP VIEWS Video (MV)
Performed By: Killer Mike
Written by: Carlton Mays Jr., D'Kyla Woolen, Damien Farmer III, Michael Render, Shante Franklin, Tauheed Epps, Warryn Campbell
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Yeah, yeah, eh
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, yeah, uh
The Corvette roof evaporated
Pushed the button, it regenerated, stupid crazy
I'm super smart with paper
Niggas hating, imitated
That's just human nature, I don't blame them
I just keep-away 'em, my bro got a ray gun, uh
Motherf*cker play, bet he won't make summer
I put your bitch on a wave runner
I was on a yacht deck wavin' from it
I bought these trunks in London
I bought this hoodie on Fairfax, I'm all over, hundred
Like traces of that cocaine, I'm all over money
Eastside, eh
In a spaceship blowin' my face off (yeah)
I don't take no days off (yeah)
Too many y'all niggas laid up (yuh)
And that's why y'all niggas laid off (yuh)
Nigga did me dirty when I fell off (yeah)
But I ain't writin' no tell-all (yeah)
My book givin' you game, nigga (yuh)
I ain't gotta write about lame niggas (yuh)
And if you love that lame nigga
I'm still talkin' 'bout the same nigga (yeah)
Whatchu know about college-educated
And still had to sell cocaine, nigga? (yeah)
What you know about before the fame
Me and Steve still blowin' in flame, nigga? (yeah)
Son of Atlanta I am-a (yuh)
Product of grandma and grandpa (yuh)
The drunker I get and the slummer I get
And you hear that real westside Atlanta (yeah!)
I went to Doug, I know the plug
I know the preachers and I know the thug
Don't give a damn, don't give a f*ck
Rollin' in a '72 cutlass (yeah)
Polo tee with the bucket
Attitude still on "f*ck it"
I refrain from that f*ck-shit
I'm all about big bucks, bitch
Niggas wanna move like rap niggas
Me, I wanna move like Rob Smith
F*ck that rap and trap shit
I'm a landlord, bitch, pay rent
Pay rent
Ayy, ayy, we just get high and we fly away (Southside finest)
Ayy, ayy, in my spaceship got no time to waste (Toni)
762 in your bucket (yeah)
Mike got a '96 Impala (yeah)
Don't think I won't murk ya (yuh)
Be out by the time my son hit college (yuh)
Cold enough to make her knees wobble (yeah)
Double-G-G ski goggles (yeah)
Healthcare 'round my way (yuh)
Got an AK for a street bible
Hellcats makin' donuts, say them boys singin' like revival
Pulled out the piece, peace sign him
Hit her with the D and bought her designer
Half a mil' for my fee-finder
Use a coffee grinder for a weed grinder
Search your house for a key, find it
Got pounds of money then reclinin'
Arm & Hammer my best friend (yeah)
Turkey bag, my best friend
Dirty scale, my best friend
Rubber band, my best friend
Hold a joint with my left hand (yeah)
Hug my uncle on his deathbed (yeah)
'Nuff said is enough said (yuh)
One thing for sure, puff, pass
Can't be playin' with them folk for real
Fo petty
Put your ass under investigation
Investigation, uh
Investigation, nuh, yeah
Investigation
They'll put you on that shit
Ayy, ayy, we just get high and we fly away
Ayy, ayy, in my spaceship, got no time to waste
That's the best way to say it, more comfortable
Even though comfortable and safe is the same thing, but comfortable
You can be comfortable around killers, you know you ain't safe
(Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Yeah, yeah, uh
The Corvette roof evaporated
Pushed the button, it regenerated, stupid crazy
I'm super smart with paper
Niggas hating, imitated
That's just human nature, I don't blame them
I just keep-away 'em, my bro got a ray gun, uh
Motherf*cker play, bet he won't make summer
I put your bitch on a wave runner
I was on a yacht deck wavin' from it
I bought these trunks in London
I bought this hoodie on Fairfax, I'm all over, hundred
Like traces of that cocaine, I'm all over money
Eastside, eh
In a spaceship blowin' my face off (yeah)
I don't take no days off (yeah)
Too many y'all niggas laid up (yuh)
And that's why y'all niggas laid off (yuh)
Nigga did me dirty when I fell off (yeah)
But I ain't writin' no tell-all (yeah)
My book givin' you game, nigga (yuh)
I ain't gotta write about lame niggas (yuh)
And if you love that lame nigga
I'm still talkin' 'bout the same nigga (yeah)
Whatchu know about college-educated
And still had to sell cocaine, nigga? (yeah)
What you know about before the fame
Me and Steve still blowin' in flame, nigga? (yeah)
Son of Atlanta I am-a (yuh)
Product of grandma and grandpa (yuh)
The drunker I get and the slummer I get
And you hear that real westside Atlanta (yeah!)
I went to Doug, I know the plug
I know the preachers and I know the thug
Don't give a damn, don't give a f*ck
Rollin' in a '72 cutlass (yeah)
Polo tee with the bucket
Attitude still on "f*ck it"
I refrain from that f*ck-shit
I'm all about big bucks, bitch
Niggas wanna move like rap niggas
Me, I wanna move like Rob Smith
F*ck that rap and trap shit
I'm a landlord, bitch, pay rent
Pay rent
Ayy, ayy, we just get high and we fly away (Southside finest)
Ayy, ayy, in my spaceship got no time to waste (Toni)
762 in your bucket (yeah)
Mike got a '96 Impala (yeah)
Don't think I won't murk ya (yuh)
Be out by the time my son hit college (yuh)
Cold enough to make her knees wobble (yeah)
Double-G-G ski goggles (yeah)
Healthcare 'round my way (yuh)
Got an AK for a street bible
Hellcats makin' donuts, say them boys singin' like revival
Pulled out the piece, peace sign him
Hit her with the D and bought her designer
Half a mil' for my fee-finder
Use a coffee grinder for a weed grinder
Search your house for a key, find it
Got pounds of money then reclinin'
Arm & Hammer my best friend (yeah)
Turkey bag, my best friend
Dirty scale, my best friend
Rubber band, my best friend
Hold a joint with my left hand (yeah)
Hug my uncle on his deathbed (yeah)
'Nuff said is enough said (yuh)
One thing for sure, puff, pass
Can't be playin' with them folk for real
Fo petty
Put your ass under investigation
Investigation, uh
Investigation, nuh, yeah
Investigation
They'll put you on that shit
Ayy, ayy, we just get high and we fly away
Ayy, ayy, in my spaceship, got no time to waste
That's the best way to say it, more comfortable
Even though comfortable and safe is the same thing, but comfortable
You can be comfortable around killers, you know you ain't safe
Writer: Carlton Mays Jr., D'Kyla Woolen, Damien Farmer III, Michael Render, Shante Franklin, Tauheed Epps, Warryn Campbell
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.