Space//station

Big blunts stuffed with OP Ride through the twins with bro, we lowkey Inside the whip it's smokey Masks got us feeling like Oni Remember Krypt and I would roll up a Game And pour out OE With the big broski Speaker Knockerz had just dropped Lonely Blues all in my pocket F*ck Ben Frank Call the bills Joeys Don't fall for the ruse of niggas saying y'all homies SOULFISCHER nigga, so official nigga Q&D, 2Gs tough as gristle nigga Kel Kimble niggas Get they caskets closed Ahhhh here it goes This nigga once again boasts Probably thinking I stick up my nose, no I just know the tier Im in There's 7 GOATS and 3 of my bros In this game anything goes I'm aiming for niggas throats I give respect where deserved I don't reserve energy for being faux Never could I stoop so low If so Feed me to the vultures and let the crows take my soul Way into the abyss Until I'm froze... Up in the station, waiting For my chance Been watching and idle While I seen niggas stuck in a trance Create my own world I make it too advance She caught up in a glance She just wanna dance Up in the station, waiting For my chance Been watching and idle While I seen niggas stuck in a trance Create my own world I make it too advance She caught up in a glance She just wanna dance