SS - Sp lyrics

(Intro) We run the city Turn me up in the headphones (Chorus) Spaced out, brain dead Spaced out, brain dead Said we getting Spaced out, brain dead Spaced out, brain dead (Hook) Groove with the movement Everybody stupid Groove with the movement Everybody, everybody Groove with the movement Everybody stupid Groove with the movement (Verse 1) Whoa, whoa All of these people, switching positions, on a n***a, like Whoa, whoa Making too many enemies, really, I don't want to, fight But No, no It comes with the game, It comes with the fame It comes with the title, when you try, to make a name And you over jump people, at the top, of the chain Look around, what you see? MLK ain't, the only one, with a dream The goals I set, the only things, that I fiend for And all my haters, are probably just, like me They got something, that they want Want to over reach, and then, space jump Our difference, is my, motivation What a critical hit, hope you stay, sunk No loyalty, no dedication Just acknowledging, all the things, I'm persevering Your hands out, for the charity But giving, no air, & no space to breathe Not supporting, my singles, yo? Guess Its back, to just bussing, these tables I'll get, couple hundred, for videos Then I'm back, on a track, with my raps And I'll point, on the map, where my seeds, will grow And to know that, feels really, good When theirs apes, on your back, & they hoping, you slip On banana peels, that they, threw But no worry, like Marley, do I can get artsy, when on the, safari So shout to, my brothers, thats in the, zoo Hope you get, that subliminal Inconf**ingceivable You can't hear, you feel It, flow Running through, my veins, like crack, fiends Needles, illegal dope Wasn't in, your league, transparently clear Invisible My sk**s, were on top But now they, un-f**ing believable Back, now I'm, stunting But I ain't, Evil Kenevil, though Took a couple, crashes, to reach, where I've landed Rising from my ashes, Is the feathers of a phoenix Every scar, every war, every battle, that It's, been In Tells the, story, that I'm, living Mc's want, my position Supporting gang, of villains Never fake, like them Weed de-prioritize d**h from, coke lines Not them Cause they'd, wash out K.I.A Tombstone, never earn, your plates Just earn up, your fates A body, bag Ain't got a G, on my back But all, my raps, go f** tat tat tat