(hook)
And i need my own space i can’t f#ck with nobody i don’t wanna hear a thang if we ain’t talking about money, i got money on my mind gotta stack up the figures, blue faces and the fame and the fakes getting bigger
(verse 1)
I remember being down told myself is alright i don’t want f#ck i don’t want cuff but i can’t make up my mind and sh#t i stay in my prime and i’m doing alright, gotta do it for the fam and the ones that are mine. they be hating on my moves but i’m used to that, pull up in a foreign now we going fast, i could give a f#ck bout what they say now, talking on my name you a lame now
(verse 2)
Taking all these l’s sh#t i guess i had plenty, never had enough so i stack up my pennies, i ain’t never had enough so i had to step up, ain’t no f#cking nurse but i run my check up. run it up why you talking to me, trusted in my word why you do it to me? pull up in foreign now we going dummy, now they wanna talk and they wanna know me
(hook)
And i need my own space i can’t f#ck with nobody i don’t wanna hear a thang if we ain’t talking about money, i got money on my mind gotta stack up the figures, blue faces and the fame and the fakes getting bigger
(verse 3)
I ain’t ever giving up sh#t i’m stuck on my money, it’s a rainy day but i know it’ll get sunny, i ain’t ever giving up and i put that on god, lord give me mercy gotta get through the odds gotta, get through the odds, gotta get through the sh#t, i got too much on mind i can’t even pretend, i just gotta move up like i’m playing defense, give a f#ck about a b#tch i pull up shooting, depends
(hook)
And i need my own space i can’t f#ck with nobody i don’t wanna hear a thang if we ain’t talking about money, i got money on my mind gotta stack up the figures, blue faces and the fame and the fakes getting bigger
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Brian Royce Lyrics – Space