Young Feast - Cruise in the Space Ship (feat. L3g3nd)

Cruise in the space ship
Hit the gas gotta a facelift
Formulating the buisness
Got no time for you pigeons
Cruise in my spaceship
Blunt that I’m facing
The damage is done
And I can’t erase it
Want Maybach recline
And get wasted shout my
Moms she said I would make
I will not fake it
They ain’t acting real shady
Ray bands on
Block out the haters
While inhaling the vapors
Roll different strains
And smoke different flavors
I ain’t doing favors
I’m plotting on acres
Mastermind put the pen to the
Paper
Growing up remeber having no cable
I wasn’t able
Had to be paient
Couple of friends back stabbed
For the paper
Then I double cross
Finesse for the paper
Skirt out rubber burning
The pavement
Ex call my phone decline
On the first ring
Focused on the my cream
Hustle Mexican
Know couple niggas booked
For charlie shean
Haters talk smack
I don’t intervene
Puffing on the loud
Can’t here anything
In the space ship
60 degrees
It’s nothing to me you
You pay for the feature
I’ll cut down fees
Boss up and invest in your
Dreams
Own businesses
And break bread your team
Cruise in the space ship
Hit the gas gotta a facelift
Formulating the buisness
Got no time for you pigeons

Written by:
L3g3nd Mitchell, Maurice Moving

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