Don Trip - Neil Armstrong lyrics

[Verse 1] k** a n***a over nuthin' Where I'm from fast money is a control substance I'm addicted to it, b**h 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**h to my dick, tell her f** 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 k**ing this sh** and k**ing this sh**, 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 d**h, 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**ing fly Gimme space, give me space Neil Armstrong baby, give me space, give me space I'm so motherf**ing fly Give me Space♠ [Verse 2] Stay in your lane I don't give a f** how you ride I ain't too famous to fire I got young n***as 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***a, about my Nike Sign and my life in Times Letta pretty b**h ride my dick like her license expire I'm so motherf**ing hot I May just take the Summer's place to give the Sun a break I'm with the sh**, 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 a** 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 d**h, 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**ing fly Gimme space, give me space Neil Armstrong baby, give me space, give me space I'm so motherf**ing 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***a 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**ing 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 d**h, 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**ing fly Gimme space, give me space Neil Armstrong Hoe, give me space, give me space I'm so motherf**ing fly Give me Space♠