Take Up Space

[Verse One: P-Stunna]

COMING SOON

[Hook: Tha Clip]

I don't know about your taste
But your music's just a waste
Of time that we don't got
Your lyrics take up space
(2x)
A waste of my time and a waste of yours
A place where my fire is just makeshift words

[Verse Two: Clip]

(Nah I'm ready...aight)
Bare with me as I think out loud
Nothin to be compared to me 'les you thinkin bout
My nigga Stunna and gay as all this may sound
I love him to death even though rarely he's around, look
Up in the studio
My paper is my canvas
Beats are my inspiration, I'm bout to go Rembrandt
Or Picasso
I'm spittin Pac flows
But even Pac-Man could tell you how I got doses
Prescription pills for my flowin
Flulike symptoms I've been diagnosed with
Sick spittin high fever HiiiPower movement that I go with
And it ain't over with rap game copyrighted cause I own this
I still ain't over it
Like being skilled is a life long sickness
I still can't fix this
These ill thinkings
And I got this taste in my mouth, here's how I'm feelin

[repeat hook 2x]