Spaceship

Workin’ this grave shift and I ain’t made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky, oh
I’ve been workin’ this grave shift and I ain’t made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky

Man, man
If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him
After I fuck the manager up then I’m gonna shorten the register up
Let’s go back, back to the Gap
Look at my check, wasn’t no scratch
So if I stole, wasn’t my fault
Yeah, I stole, never get caught

They take me to the back and pat me
Askin’ me about some khakis
But let some black people walk in
I bet they show off their token blackie
Oh, now they love Kanye, let’s put him all in the front of the store
So I’m on break next to the
‘No Smoking’ sign with a blunt in the mall

Takin’ my hits, writin’ my hits
Writin’ my rhymes, playin’ my mind
This fuckin’ job can’t help him
So I quit, y’all welcome
Y’all don’t know my struggle
Y’all can’t match my hustle
You can’t catch my hustle
You can’t fathom my love

Lock yourself in a room
Doin’ five beats a day for three summers
That’s a different world like Cree summers
I deserve to do these numbers
The kid that made that, deserves that Maybach
So many records in my basement
I’m just waitin’ on my spaceship

I’ve been workin’ this grave shift and I ain’t made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky, oh
I’ve been workin’ this grave shift and I ain’t made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky

Ahh, shit
And I didn’t even try to work a job
Represent the mob
At the same time thirsty on the grind
Chi state of mind
Lost my momma, lost my mind
Life, my love that’s not mine
Why you ain’t signed? Wasn’t my time
Leave me alone, work for y’all
Half of it’s yours, half of it’s mine

Only wanna ball, never wanna fall
Gotta get mine, gotta take mine
Got a tech nine, reach my prime
Gotta make these haters respect mine
In the mall ‘til twelve when my schedule had said nine
Puttin’ ‘em pants on shelves
Waitin’ patiently I ask myself

Where I wanna go, where I wanna be?
Life is much more than runnin’ in the streets
Holla at ‘Ye, hit me with the beat
Put me on my feet, sound so sweet
Yes, I’m the same ol’ G, same goatee
Stayin’ low key, nope
Holla at God, man, why’d you had to take my folks?

Hope to see Freddy G, Yusef G
Love my G, Rolly G
Police watch me smoke my weed, count my G’s
Got a lot of people countin’ on me
Man I’m just tryin’ to find my peace
Should of finished school like my niece
Then I wouldn’t finally wouldn’t use my piece, blaow

Workin’ this grave shift and I ain’t made shit (aw man, this pressure)
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky
I’ve been workin’ this grave shift and I ain’t made shit
I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly past the sky, oh oh oh