GIMME SPACE (feat. Mick Jenkins)

Hook: Yeah, I don't think you really who you say you is You ain't really who you, who you say you is I don't think you really know what dangerous is I don't think you really, really know Look, If ya'll don't gimme space, I'ma make it then If ya'll don't gimme space, I'ma gimme, gimme I don't think you really know what dangerous is I don't think you really, really know Verse 1 donSMITH: Before I caught a red eye, you could bet I caught a black one You bring them toys out, better not be no cap gun This ain't IG, niggas wanna expose your heart, they just gon' tap once There ain't no Maybelline for make believe My barber took a vaca, you could still come catch a fade with me I'm Coach K. on bad days I make the call, you wait and see I'm not at all coy, I'm James Fauntleroy in rooms with ya'll noise Step in that bitch, like what's the call boys? Lil' niggas want buzz so bad, they drinkin' tall boys I put my shooters on, ya'll can't assist me Chris Paul voice Pistol Pete of grippin' pens I ain't ever aim and miss I ain't know what famous is I'll show ya'll what dangerous is Niggas tried to take my life Then they want to take a flick I ain't even lace my kicks Still made triple threat movements My stutter step got 'em sweatin', don is a threat to 'em My bread and butter bring envy, hunger and stress to 'em Hook: Yeah, I don't think you really who you say you is You ain't really who you, who you say you is I don't think you really know what dangerous is I don't think you really, really know Look, If ya'll don't gimme space, I'ma make it then If ya'll don't gimme space, I'ma gimme, gimme I don't think you really know what dangerous is I don't think you really, really know Verse 2 Mick Jenkins: These niggas done pissed me off I'm off the top with all my moves See any nigga actin' hard, I bet the iron switch him soft I switch the safety off Spit 32, he caught a mean one Trigger finger crazy wild, the witness say she heard machine guns Now we playin quidditch I'm trying to catch a snitch Fuck a cat and mouse I'm at this bitch Don't run your mouth bout Mick I'm from out south, I made it out that shit 22 in this Gucci pouch, you think my outfit slick Goofy, now gimme the loose-leaf or you lose your coofie Don't act fishy unless you raw as sushi This ain't the movies but Shit get spooky, I call slime ghoulie Pull up with the tooly Turn your fruits to smoothies Double back and turn your smoothie soupy Same shit over and over, all you niggas loopy My eyes be on the skies, I feel like Snoopy Told my homie scoop me, pulled up in a hoopty Pulled up on some monkeys I be with gorillas like a fuckin' zoo Keep bitches bad and boujee Niggas tame but still unruly You could fuckin' sue me And you will When a off-duty shoot me 'cause he moody And it's truly hate