Space Shit - Yulian

Mafia the creator

Yeah!

Hoy

La codeina me tiene en limba

Recibiendo el pack

Mis canciones pa esto little nigga son lineas de crack (straight up!)

Mucho bla bla bla me llenan el chat

La backpack yo tengo atrás repleta de sueño que tu mala la envidia me la puede

borra

Somos creadores de contenido, tu contenido esta muy atrás

Duele mi cabeza de tanto contar, rompemos la regla

Seguimos el legado como lo hace Biggie soy un 2Pac

El carro a lo nascar haciendo zigzag

Al ziploc no le caben mas de la high space

Gang gang, cual es tu gang oyendo Wu-tang Clan

Muy agresivo, la cartera lleno de explosivo

Dime donde tan?

que yo no lo veo, me paso el día con el mafioso en el

laboratorio desde los inicios cocinando esto somos meritorios

Me sobran los clavo en el dormitorio

No hablen de mi gente, esquiva tu velorio tamo en otro rollo los true religion

se me nota el bollo

Ahora tamo bien, nos sobran las putas y los billetes de 100

Real quick por eso no me ven, con diamante son toa' mia chains

Nigga goddamn, la maldad te corre por la piel, solo ven si tu quiere probar

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

No me tira si quiere ver, tu estilo nuevo pa mi son de ayer

problema y sapo lo miro junto bajo la Cartier

Camino a la cima no voy a perder

Un par de overdose antes de amanecer

Todo diciendo «no puede ser» porque su odio me hizo avanzar me hizo crecer

Ganar poder, donde yo vivo parece un cartel

Te doy empleo por el trap phone, los mensaje al cell

Real nigga como de scarface, cuando yo prendo salgo del space

Alto como Drake cuando esta en la seis (6ix)

En el siento yo tengo una A. K

Pero no caben todo lo palo pa borrar tu face

Straight up

Mucha pastilla adentro del club

Mucho draco, mucha plug

Mucho morado, mucho syrup, mucha ganga, mucho trini, mucho crip, mucho blood

mafia the creator

Yeah!

Today

Codeine has me in limba

Receiving the pack

My songs for this little nigga are crack lines (straight up!)

A lot of blah blah blah they fill my chat

The backpack I have behind full of sleep that your bad envy can me

delete

We are content creators, your content is far behind

My head hurts from counting so much, we break the rule

We carry on the legacy like Biggie does I'm a 2Pac

The Nascar-style car doing zigzag

The ziploc does not fit more than the high space

Gang gang, what's your gang listening Wu-tang Clan

Very aggressive, the portfolio full of explosive

tell me where so?

I don't see it, I spend the day with the gangster in the

laboratory from the beginning cooking this we are meritorious

I have too many nails in the bedroom

Do not talk about my people, dodge your wake we are in another roll the true religion

my bun shows

Now we are fine, we have plenty of whores and 100 bills

Real quick that's why they don't see me, with diamonds they are all my chains

Nigga goddamn, evil runs through your skin, only come if you want to try

(yeah, yeah, yeah)

He doesn't shoot me if he wants to see, your new style for me is from yesterday

problem and toad I look at it together under the Cartier

On my way to the top I won't lose

A couple of overdose before dawn

All saying "it can't be" because her hate of her made me move forward made me grow

Gain power, where I live looks like a billboard

I give you a job by the trap phone, the messages to the cell

Real nigga like scarface, when I turn on I go out of space

High as Drake when he in the six (6ix)

In the sit I have an A.K

But they don't fit all the stick to erase your face

straight up

Lots of pills inside the club

A lot of draco, a lot of plug

A lot of purple, a lot of syrup, a lot of bargain, a lot of trini, a lot of crip, a lot of blood