Don Trip Neil Armstrong Lyrics

(Verse)
Kill a nigga over nothing
Run from fast money, is a control substance
I'm addicted to it, bitch I got the shakes
And I hit the Rove runnin like I cut the brakes
Sharp blade to his knee, tell him cut the cake
Point a bitch took my dick, tell er fuck a date
95, got that slow money, call it steel mills
GPS, ask what's my destination, I say straight to hell
I'm not jokin baby, I'm so Dave Chapelle
I'm so sick and fat, if I'd try to weight myself I'd break the scale
Where's my competition, I'm so tired of having to face myself
I keep killin this shit and killin this shit, I might have to pace myself

(Pre-Hook)
With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate
But I wouldn't dare take a break
Baby I'm so fresh to death, I have a wake every day
I'mma stay strapped til I die
I'll take my glock to my grave

(Hook)
Give me space, give me space
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space, give me space
I'm so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space!
I'm so muthafuckin fly, give me space

(Verse)
Stay in yo lane, I don't give a fuck how you ride, I ain't too famous to fire
I got young niggas with me shootin while they tryna break a tie
And life's too short to take yo time
I spend every day on the grind
You just in the way of the grind
No hesitation, you dyin if you ever play with what's mine
Trap nigga bout my Nike sign and my life in times
Loved a pretty bitch round my dick like her license expired
I'm so motherfuckin high, I may just take this so much space
So good the sun will break
I'm with this shit, that's more than some would say
And one would say the truth I already lost
If this is a number's race
You should have funds to chase instead you soak until you runnin a play
And you don't run the streets
You know what's yo mind's you don't even run yo plates
I wouldn't be bout it wit yo pretending ass but I can't even concentrate

(Pre-Hook)
With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate
But I wouldn't dare take a break
Baby I'm so fresh to death, I have a wake every day
I'mma stay strapped til I die
I'll take my glock to my grave

(Hook)
Give me space, give me space
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space, give me space
I'm so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space!
I'm so muthafuckin fly, give me space

(Verse)
But I stare the devil dead in the face
Tell em if I go to hell he gon need a new place
Drove myself insane, tryna get my own fate
Lil nigga still swingin, never left the home place, draw yo drapes
Close yo curtains, shut yo blinds, stay inside
It's a jungle outside, they put money over pride
I put money on my mind and my mind in the may
At yo motherfuckin throat, bout to show you how to shave

(Pre-Hook)
With all this money I make, and all these hoes in my face
I got so much on my plate
But I wouldn't dare take a break
Baby I'm so fresh to death, I have a wake every day
I'mma stay strapped til I die
I'll take my glock to my grave

(Hook)
Give me space, give me space
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space, give me space
I'm so muthafuckin fly, give me space
Give me space!
Neil Armstrong bitch, give me space
Give me space!
I'm so muthafuckin fly, give me space

Give me space!