Neil Armstrong Don Trip

[Verse 1]
Kill a nigga over nuthin'
Where I'm from fast money is a control substance
I'm addicted to it, bitch 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 bitch to my dick, tell her fuck 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 shit and killing this shit, 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 motherfucking fly
Gimme space, give me space
Neil Armstrong baby, give me space, give me space
I'm so motherfucking fly
Give me Space♠