Space ft. Nature Lyrics

I pray to God so he sends my blessings on the way

Oh my God, I be feeling like I'm out of space Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga

Be

Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga

Be

I pray to God so he sends my blessings on the way

Oh my God, I be feeling like I'm out of space

Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga be

Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga be

Ya I put it on me

Man throw that cheese

For their eyes to see

Man I got that steeze

When I pull up the rondo bando man make hits

Ya I mix that lean

Man pass that stick

Them opps them leave man I got that steez

When I pull up the rondo bando, man make hits

Wetin dey sup, smoke loud in a benz

I no dey pretend but nothing dey sup

I dey with my gang, we just dey the ends, we just dey focus

Getting money is a must, cause this life is too tough

I no fit to dey soft in this life I'm going harder than hard

I'm gonna chop this life like stupid, I swear that's word to my mama

They say I've been too quiet this year, I swear I'm bringing the drama

Omo kosi wahala, I no come to look you I no send your father

Eating this beat e dey taste like Ofada , I'm busting your head e dey do like Osama

You no fit detain us

Matter wey no go fit pain us

You pour groundnut, we chest am kick am like ball, you no fit to stain us

Account e don overfeed I pepper your feed, you no fit to shame us

Too wild, you no fit to tame us

This space e no fit contain us cause

Matter don comot from handle

Money the boys we dey throw am in bundle

Fire your mata, I melt am like candle, Rondo dey march that Benz cause

Boys don grind and they don comot from jungle

Streets to the bando, dribble the popo, the girl dey ring my phone

Like Nate, are you home? I'm home, but please don't show, I'm done with the hoes

Double discharge and e no be mistake, na me dey shoot like a million takes

I don dey cast like a billion cases, I've been through all of the serious cases

No fear, no case, no face, no case, so I tie my lace

Then I hit up my guy Talibando, jam at the studio

Ya I put it on me, man I throw that cheese, for their eyes to see, man I got that steeze

When I pull up the rondo bando man make hits, ya mix that lean man pass that stick

Them opps them leave man I got that steez

When I pull up the rondo bando, man make hits

I pray to God so he sends my blessings on the way

Oh my God, I be feeling like I'm out of space

Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga be

Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga be

Oh my God, I be feeling like I'm out of space

I pray to God so he sends my blessings on the way

Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga be

Ain't nobody fit to tell a nigga who a nigga be