Spaceship - Frank Knight

My grind mode trying to blow like dro smoke been up and down so yo yo

Don’t go dolo they low low in the lo lo with clips full load

Like the face of a porno hoe, they’ll pour your soul, when they let fo’fo’s go

Bro some hitter’s so cold with dos fo' fo’s right at ya front do’s or by your

windows like Dos

No doze from dos when dosed with those go ghost at most

Yo coast to coast I toast and roast with notes from the wisest souls and dopest

quotes

You don' know about the turmoil, where they burn bridges, turn bitch and never

turn loyal

Ghetto math don’t matter if you ever learned foil, why?

Bullets subtract and

burn all you

Streets hot with sin like the kitchen where work boil, shiest bitches fuck men

who turned on you

Haters a flame throw your baby pour the urn on you, talking sick fucks who

wanna take turns on you

Come drive through the ghetto in stick shift, where they ain’t hesitant to

stick chicks

And them little kids love slit wrist of them other little kids who spit shit

Dead raped pregnant women made mules to move the drugs in the back of trucks

They cut stomachs up while undeveloped un-borns fall out with heroin and guts

Freight C-Sections in the intersection they pull out hard, pushwhite erection

This life in Housing the eighth section, where fates ain’t destined to make

heaven

On the spaceship

We getting high, high

We getting by, by

You and I, I (4x)

From ghetto streets where metal speaks living on the edge of this widow’s peak

Heaven we seek in every heartbeat beat, need to get free like Kunta Kent feet

Trying to leave cold nights, bringing chills in my life, a lot of cold

shoulders but never no ice

Got me hot headed like my dome filled with spice till the point where I can’t

control my vice

So I get wrong, live wrong, get pissed off sin more bend laws, still pissed

cause

Being more wrong never made me alright it damn sure never made me more right

When bliss goes hate come down to play some take faith pray to Mary Jane

Like Mary Jane I need a merry day, take my brain so far away

To a great plane where we all sane and everyone equal and love the same

Come and numb our pain like dope in the vein I say this gracious not in vain

Make it disappear like David Blane, I’m out matched like Bruce facing Bane

Really though baby, I’m bound and chain, like Silas on Weeds I’m starting to

strain

On the spaceship

We getting high, high

We getting by, by

You and I, I (2x)