We Astronauts with this shit
(I just need my space right now)
I've seen the times changed
Game gettin' bigger, the circle get smaller
She cry when she don't get her way, 'cause I got her spoiled
Cool, calm, and flexin' on niggas, I feel like Shedeur
Louis everything, I don't like it, I change to Dior
Niggas bite the hand that feed 'em, I'm guessin' they greedy
She had a man decided to leave him, she tryna chase me
Put that shit on, start tweakin', just call me AB
Black Moet in the club and I ain't eighteen
You don't come through and show love like you used to
You don't pull up to the hood like you used to (Nah)
You don't get it in, bust juugs like you used to (Nah)
You don't split pills and pour mud like we used to (Nah)
Five-star nigga I can tell you ain't used to it
Sorry, I don't fold, I don't quit 'cause I've been through it
Midwest swangin' through them functions sippin' pimp juice
Money on my mind, so it's hard for me to miss you
Back then, I ain't have a lot, sittin' in my Travis Scotts
New phone, baggin' up, clientele, baggin' out
Tellin' me to sign right here and get a large amount
If I ever do some flaw shit, you better call it out
Took about three weeks, tryna read the fine print
Came in dolo, that's who I'm dyin' with
You ain't had to drive, had to fly, had to slime shit
Everything black-blacked out, oh, that's MOB shit
You don't come through and show love like you used to
You don't pull up to the hood like you used to (Nah)
You don't get it in, bust juugs like you used to (Nah)
You don't split pills and pour mud like we used to (Nah)
Five star nigga I can tell you ain't used to it
Sorry, I don't fold, I don't quit 'cause I've been through it
Midwest swangin' through them functions sippin' pimp juice
Money on my mind, so it's hard for me to miss you
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