Lyrics
New chuckers laced up gritty, we gotta get em Outerspace, another mother
jewels look like gamma rays
another mother
if i ask she ll snipe you
Praise that the lord be wit us when we walking thru space, we loaded wit double barrels and all the cipher apparel
Watch what you say i smack the shit out you, we banging the lost battles and everything is a gamble
I was busy handling my bizness, we stay together Outerspace, i ma sin this to son sacred
Like king syze walking thru them labor union doors, we travel a vicious cycle from illadel to the eiffel Hail, i got a hunger for blood and i thirst for chedda
i ma sin this to son sacred
We stand firm, back wit the truth i pray to god you niggas listening
Atlanta braves tomahawking your parade, y all ain t hear me on gun ballad or black christmas
Me and planet the same but we a lil different, we loaded wit double barrels and all the cipher apparel, i was busy handling my bizness
Me and planet the same but we a lil different, i was busy handling my bizness, jewels look like gamma rays
Conceal a weapon till the day of the election, my ghetto report card a plus, we travel a vicious cycle from illadel to the eiffel
I ma sin this to son sacred, we stay together Outerspace, i hope they in a betta place
Chorus planetary 2x, atlanta braves tomahawking your parade, sour diesel that raw purico wrapped from the gravel
My wife will walk wit a rifle, back in the booth like we left something missing
Shitty saturdays, we puerto ricans so we accustomed to do whateva it takes
I ma sin this to son sacred, praise that the lord be wit us when we walking thru space
shitty saturdays
We stand firm, if i ask she ll snipe you
we leaving no prisoners
When bush gon it s on i m licking at his direction, we stay together
I got a hunger for blood and i thirst for chedda, outerspace that set in stone and remains foreva
atlanta braves tomahawking your parade
I m bobby knight wit a mic in his indiana days, i fuck wit phillies
Outerspace that set in stone and remains foreva, watch you silly nigga
chorus planetary 2x
Like king syze walking thru them labor union doors, if i ask she ll snipe you
Y all ain t hear me on gun ballad or black christmas, i fuck wit phillies, we loaded wit double barrels and all the cipher apparel
therefore my arm extends to who i m here for
