PS118

Aight, lemme talk to ′em

Destination outta this world, it’s space travel
New heights, I′m seein’ new lights, I change levels
More space, this race an exhibition
XG on an expedition, light speed go the extra distance

Shootin’ stars so when you blink, then I bet you miss it
I want the galaxy, baby, you want the recognition
Everythin′ is movin′ the way that I plan it
I’m cuttin′ transmission

Off to the races, on to a spaceship
Breakin’ the boundaries, and all limitations
All indications point to the stars now
All in your faces, point, blank, all out

Don′t waste time lookin’ back at the shadows
Our stature so big that it′s castin’ a shadow
Back on the saddle, and back on the wave
Didn’t mean to shake the globe, it just happened to rattle (rattle)

That all Intergalactic, Beastie Girl mashin′
More flash than fashion, grand master blasted
Way past the atmos, laughin′ at these rappers
Y’all ain′t hip-hop, you lipsyncin’ with captions

Half of y′all backin’ tracks is trash, trash it
Kill a verse, then drop back to back smash hits
Hopin′ that this message will be landin’ on the right ears
How many ideas? How many light-years? Uh

When XG come by with raps that’ll slap you into next week sometime
Oh, now they get it, we been hit different
Thrift store garments and vintage lenses (think big incentives, uh)
In session with the best only
There′s no stoppin′ once we get goin’ from the get-go
Led a normal life, but just less borin′
Nothin’ less than a success story, so check for me

No place that I′d rather be
Team solid free-fallin’, no gravity
Me and my girls are co-pilots
All of us graduatin′ from the academy, XG
All of them wolves, all of them besties

All of us bosses, any challenges that come across us
We like, “Yes, please”
We been through so many things that you couldn’t process
They tried to test me
Me and my girls stayin’ stress free

You can tell by the way that we walked in, we awesome
Waltz in, flossin′ with everythin′ shinin’
Walk it, talk it, everythin′ diamonds
They all in the comments, they get the assignment

How many times must we tell ‘em that we told ′em?
Gotta let it soak in, welcome to the wolf den
Hittin’ it with both ends
Both hands wavin′ ‘til it’s broken
Both feet kickin′ ′til it’s open