Let me blast off bitch, uh Like a football player with his pads on bitch I'm living in the future take my mask off bitch Ima black out when I take this last shot bitch Let me blast off bitch Kennedy Space Three hours away I'm down in the bay In that sunshine state Rocketship all up to mars Supernovas from my bars You know that your boy in charge You know that your boy is large Let me blast off bitch, uh Like a football player with his pads on bitch I'm living in the future take my mask off bitch Ima black out when I take this last shot bitch Let me blast off bitch Blasting off, taking off You know I don't take this soft Waking up Drink the cup Aint no water aint no club Soda I'm gon glow up Need to grow up Need to act mature Act my age Flip the page JCD will catch a fade Im coming back today In fact im in that factory Writing down my blasphemy Your lyrics get trashed away My prophecy Done got the keys Monopolies On top of G's Delivering sloppily But she giving the top to me She don't even talk to me Yeah that aint such a shock to me All of y'all are wannabes Only green you get is broccoli Let me blast off bitch, uh Like a football player with his pads on bitch I'm living in the future take my mask off bitch Ima black out when I take this last shot bitch Let me blast off bitch Uh, Blast off Blast off Blast off Blast off Blast off Blast off Blast off Blast off All these Gucci belts and supreme Just testing my temper Go ahead and Buy clothes with ten percent of your Moms pay for the quarter She can't afford the rent Now you sent back to the apartment Fuckboys testing me lately You flexing your gold chain when you bought at Macy's Or JC Penney, cause there's plenty of fakes Hoes let guys slide but there's plenty of snakes