Darkside E — Outer Space

[Intro] BeenBoutaCheck [Hook] I got them outer space colors in my cup Take the lean, Then I pour it on a blunt Sippin syrup on the Darkside with my woes At the round table contain up dis dough I got them outer space colors in my cup Got them outer space colors in my blunt The chosen one, I'm the one dat she done chose Clock some pros and spend it all up on some clothes [Verse 1] Count dis, Count dat Cop work, Count stacks No time, No slack Only smoking loud pack No trap, No sack Boy you lookin so sad Got weed, Got crack Got pills, Got wax Got this, Got that Even down to half tracks Got the boomerang, Makin all da fiends backtrack In my hood, You can't get no credit or no cash back You broke as a joke, Fuck around and get laughed at Young niggas up at 'Cent', With da work up in they bag pack I'm still gone see more cash even if ya bags fat Up the strap, Makin all the fuck niggas bag back Send a shot through ya visor, Used to be a snapback Beatin up the block, Cause the mothafuckin trap back Heatin up the pot, Til the mothafuckin glass crack [Hook] I got them outer space colors in my cup Take the lean, Then I pour it on a blunt Sippin syrup on the Darkside with my woes At the round table contain up dis dough I got them outer space colors in my cup Got them outer space colors in my blunt The chosen one, I'm the one dat she done chose Clock some pros and spend it all up on some clothes [Verse 2] Bag in, Bag out Money route, Mapped out No front, Cashed out Tryna get my cash up You ass'd out, The bitch you 'Snap' about in my trap house Treat her like a rag doll, Then she gotta head out He ran off with the bread doe, So dat nigga dead now Whippin up the Redd Foxx, Pro up when I head south Cautious when I'm up north, Fuckin with them white boys I ain't handin over shit, Til I get the cash first I'm staying up late, Tryna get mad rich Sit the dope in front of me, I hit it with laxatives All talk no action, Man these boys is activist I show em how to master it, This is not a magic trick Wanna see a magic trick, I can make you vanish quick A head shot while he in traffic, Cause a accident, Bitch [Hook] I got them outer space colors in my cup Take the lean, Then I pour it on a blunt Sippin syrup on the Darkside with my woes At the round table contain up dis dough I got them outer space colors in my cup Got them outer space colors in my blunt The chosen one, I'm the one dat she done chose Clock some pros and spend it all up on some clothes