Yawdy Welsh - Space Cadet Lyrics

Okay
Shout out Metro, man
TMG or die
Mercurian
Yawdy Welsh
All these time, these niggas wouldn't f*ck with me
Now I'm blowing up, all the ladies tryna get with me
I tell her, knees down, give me neck, do that stuff for me
Black girls, white girls, different ethnicity
Man, I real yard man, can't change that
Any soil me touch pan me own that
Scottie Pippen, when me stepping, baby red gal
Slim thick, clean skin, fat cat
I was gonna be famous, yeah, I knew this
Throw a beat right at me and I kill it
Gaijin, Jammy Boy, making big hits
Trinidad South, man, converted
And like my niggas young, raw, man, I'm working
Hold up, I'm working, I'm working, I'm working, I'm working
Kush high in the sky, purple haze, man, I'm purping
Jihad on them niggas, mistake me for Muslim
Urk when I rap, when I spit, man, I rain, radiate on the track
Reminiscing, when writing, and y'all just be laughing like canon
From power, I had to come back, take what's mine
The money, the power, the fame
Looking at me like I sell cocaine
The Mercury Gang, can tell you about that
Rachit to trap, man, I'm Rachit to trap
Yo, man a real yard man, you know
Linstead the place weh mi grow
From rookie, mi went to a pro
Yo, big up to Kalleem, you know
Dem den man deh a me, bro
And bad man, nuh stress over hoes