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)