Spaceship - Remix

[Chorus: Kanye West & GLC] I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit (Yeah, yeah) I wish I could (Me, too) Buy me a spaceship and fly (I swear I do) Past the sky, oh GLC feel you, Ye—I feel you, man I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky (Man, man, man...) Oh, oh, oh [Verse 1: Kanye West] If my manager insults me again I will be assaulting him After I fuck the manager up Then, I'm gonna shorten the register up Let's go back, back to the Gap Look at my check—wasn't no scratch So if I stole, wasn't my fault Yeah, I stole—never got caught They take me to the back and pat me Asking me about somе khakis But let some Black peoplе walk in I bet you they show off their token blackie Oh, now they love Kanye "Let's put him all in the front of the store" So I'm on break Next to the "No Smoking" sign with a blunt in the mall Taking my hits, writing my hits Writing my rhymes, playing my mind This fucking job can't help him So I quit, y'all welcome Y'all don't know my struggle Y'all can't match my hustle You can't catch my hustle You can't fathom my love, dude Lock yourself in a room Doing five beats a day for three summers That's A Different World like Cree Summer's I deserve to do these numbers "The kid that made that deserves that Maybach!" So many records in my basement I'm just waitin' on my spaceship, blaow! [Chorus: Kanye West & GLC] I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Tryna tell you, man, way past the sky Oh, oh (Let's go, ugh) [Verse 2: GLC] And I didn't even try to work a job Represent the mob at the same time (Woo) Thirsty on the grind, Chi state of mind Lost my mama, lost my mind (Aww) Life, my love, that's not mine "Why you ain't signed?" Wasn't my time Leave me alone, work for y'all Half of it's yours, half of it's mine Only wanna ball, never wanna fall (Ugh) Gotta get mine, gotta take mine (Ugh) Got a Tec-9, reach my prime (Ugh) Gotta make these haters respect mine (Yeah) In the mall 'til 12 when my schedule had said 9 Putting them pants on shelves Waiting patiently, I ask myself Where I wanna go, where I wanna be Life is much more than running in the streets Holler at 'Ye, hit me with the beat Put me on my feet, sounds so sweet Yes, I'm the same ol' G Same goatee, stayin' low-key, nope Holler at God: "Man, why'd You have to take my folks?" Hope to see Freddie G., Yusef G, love my G Rolly G, police watch me Smoke my weed and count my Gs Got a lot of people counting on me (That's right) And I'm just tryin' to find my peace (That's right) Should've finished school like my niece Then I finally wouldn't use my piece, blaow! [Chorus: Kanye West] I've been working this grave-shift Aww, man, this pressure And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Oh, oh, oh [Verse 3: Consequence] I 'member having to take the dollar cab Coming home real late at night Standing on my feet all damn day Tryna make this thing right And havin' one of my coworkers say, "Yo, you look just like This kid I seen in an old Busta Rhymes video the other night" Well, easy come, easy go, how that saying goes No more broad service, cars, and them TV shows That all had got snatched from me, A&Rs and they faculties All turn they back on me and didn't wanna hear a rap from me So naturally, actually, had to face things factually Had to be a catastrophe, empty fridge is staring back at me 'Cause nothing's there, nothing's fair I don't wanna ever go back there So I won't be taking no days off 'til my spaceship takes off, blaow! [Chorus: Kanye West & JAY-Z] I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly (Sounds so soulful don't you agree?) Past the sky (Ough!) Oh, oh, oh [Verse 4: JAY-Z] There's never been a nigga this good for this long This hood or this pop, this hot or this strong With so many different flows, this one's for this song The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked Their whole style from then try to reverse the outcome I'm like, "TAA!" I'm not a biter, I'm a writer for myself and others I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin' up my brother Biggin' up my borough, I'm big enough to do it I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out It's hard to yell when the barrel's in your mouth I'm in, new sneakers, dual-seaters, few divas What more can I tell you? Let me spell it for you: W-I, double-L, I-E Nobody truer than H-O-V You already know what I'm about: flyin' birds down south Movin' wet off the step, purple rain in a drought Stuntin' on hoes, brushin' off my shirt But ain't nothin' on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name Young H-O, pitch the yay faithful [Chorus: Kanye West] I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Oh, oh, oh [Verse 5: Nas] I got so many kids in the game, it's like a gender revealing I got that feeling, Lionel Richie, Dancing on the Ceiling Hope it resemble a Van Gogh when you paint me the villain The hate is real but you should know that the love is way realer Crafty with a pen way before I could pack 'em in Nasty with dreads, a slim teen, young, I was passionate A brand new book cracklin' sound when you open, I'm writin' gems I make gospel in the booth, it might sound like I'm writin' hymns Put designer with the Timbs, wow They wanna run with my style 40-16 Building bussin' 'em down And the fiends was like employees bringin' customers 'round Hurricane waters, niggas had dreams of flooding the town Weather report lookin' rainy but I skate through it daily In a new grey Mercedes, waterproof Jordan Laneys I'm sizzlin', scorchin', handsomely how they gotta pay me Every recording off the head, I’m in the studio lately I don't bang but I'm makin' that Crip (Cryp) Let my bitch run in the Webster while I blaze in the whip Take my quotes, I'm here to give hope Start a company from one of my phrases We in the age of lettin' dumb shit kill your kingdom Body bags for no reason, young shit, blunts lit Slurring off of the Seagram's, hell with it [Chorus: Kanye West] I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Oh, oh, oh [Verse 6: Busta Rhymes] Let me get down (Ha), do my thing I always bring shit that always make your ass swing (Ha) Holdin' down the fort while we keep shit tight Hit you with that bang shit that keep you live all night (Ah, ha) Makin' moves strong while we keep rockin' on (Woo) Now the object is survival, son, so get your hustle on (Ha) Bust two shots (Shots) while I blow up the spot (Ooh) I make it hot 'til the jam is packed to the parkin' lot Now, me and my mens feel like we astronauts (Oh, yah, word up) 'Cause we so high from off that weed we got from new knots Certified stimulation (Ha) got me open wide (Wide) Before we slide to side, we grab the stash out the ride (Ha) We on fire tonight (Ooh), and the place is lookin' steamy (Ha, ha, ha, ha!) Baby girl, let me shoot that gift that make your cake creamy, uh! Feel the heat (Yes) circulatin' through your body Every time the Flipmode Back to my dungeon shack (Ha) where the party is at (Word up) Where I can tickle your nipples and your feminine fat (Ah) I checks for you, baby, what you gon' do? There's a party (Ha) at my crib designed just for me and you (Ha) Let me let my crew know we 'bout to break out (We 'bout to break out) Spliff Star, Web (Ha), Dukwon Allah, and the Boy Scout (Ha) My man Black missin' (Why?), son wildlin' with the shorty flippin' (Uh) Stackin' papers, sippin' bubbles, good nigga livin' (Hehe) But anyway, we 'bout to [Chorus: Kanye West] I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky, oh I've been working this grave-shift And I ain't made shit I wish I could Buy me a spaceship and fly Past the sky Oh, oh, oh [Outro: Tony Williams] I wanna fly I wanna fly I said I want my chariot to pick me up And take a brother for a ride (Heaven knows, heaven knows)