Neil Armstrong lyrics

[Verse 1]
Kill a n*gga over nuthin'
Where I'm from fast money is a control substance
I'm addicted to it, b*tch I got the shakes and I hit the road running like I cut the brakes
Sharp blade to his neck, tell 'em cut the Cake
Point his b*tch to my di*k, tell her f*ck a date
9 to 5 that's that slow money, call it snail mail
GPS asks what's my destination, I say straight to Hell
I'm not joking baby, I'm so Dave Chappelle
I'm so sitting phat if I try to weigh myself, I'd break the scale
Where's my competition?
I'm so tired of having to fade myself
If I keep killing this sh*t and killing this sh*t, I'm gonna have to pay myself

[Pre-Chorus]
With all this money I make
Got all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate but I won't dare take a break
Baby I'm so 'fraid A death, I have her wake everyday
I'm gonna stay strapped til I die
I'll take my Glock to my Grave

[Chorus]
♠Give me Space, give me space
Neil Armstrong baby, give me space
Give me Space, give me space
I'm so motherf*cking fly
Gimme space, give me space
Neil Armstrong baby, give me space, give me space
I'm so motherf*cking fly
Give me Space♠
[Verse 2]
Stay in your lane
I don't give a f*ck how you ride
I ain't too famous to fire
I got young n*ggas with me shooting like they trying to break a Tire
And life's too short to try to take your time
I spend everyday on the grind, you're just in the way of the grind
No hesitation, you dying if you ever play with what's mine
Try n*gga, about my Nike Sign and my life in Times
Letta pretty b*tch ride my di*k like her license expire
I'm so motherf*cking hot I May just take the Summer's place to give the Sun a break
I'm with the sh*t, this more than Some would say
And one would say that you already lost if this is a numbers race
You should have funds to chase, instead you so content you running to play
And you don't run the streets
You live with your moms, you don't even run your place
I would be bothered with your pathetic ass but I can't even concentrate

[Pre-Chorus]
With all this money I make
And all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate but I won't dare take a break
Baby I'm so 'fraid A death, I have her wake everyday
I'm gonna stay strapped til I die
I'll take my Glock to my Grave
[Chorus]
♠Give me Space, give me space
Neil Armstrong baby, give me space
Give me Space, give me space
I'm so motherf*cking fly
Gimme space, give me space
Neil Armstrong baby, give me space, give me space
I'm so motherf*cking fly
Give me Space♠

[Verse 3]
Bet I stare the Devil dead in his face
Tell him if I go to Hell, he's gonna need a new place
Draw myself a scene trying to guess my own fate
Lil n*gga still swinging, never left Home Plate
Draw your drapes, close your curtains, shut your blinds
Stay inside, it's a jungle outside
They put money over pride
I put money on my Mind and my mind in amaze
At your motherf*cking throat
'Bout to show you how to shave

[Pre-Chorus]
With all this money I make
And all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate but I won't dare take a break
Baby I'm so 'fraid A death, I have her wake everyday
I'm gonna stay strapped til I die
I'll take my Glock to my Grave
[Chorus]
♠Give me Space, give me space
Neil Armstrong baby, give me space
Give me Space, give me space
I'm so motherf*cking fly
Gimme space, give me space
Neil Armstrong Hoe, give me space, give me space
I'm so motherf*cking fly
Give me Space♠