Take Up Space

[Verse One: P-Stunna] COMING SOON [Hook: Tha Clip] I don't know about your taste But your music's just a waste Of time that we don't got Your lyrics take up space (2x) A waste of my time and a waste of yours A place where my fire is just makeshift words [Verse Two: Clip] (Nah I'm ready...aight) Bare with me as I think out loud Nothin to be compared to me 'les you thinkin bout My nigga Stunna and gay as all this may sound I love him to death even though rarely he's around, look Up in the studio My paper is my canvas Beats are my inspiration, I'm bout to go Rembrandt Or Picasso I'm spittin Pac flows But even Pac-Man could tell you how I got doses Prescription pills for my flowin Flulike symptoms I've been diagnosed with Sick spittin high fever HiiiPower movement that I go with And it ain't over with rap game copyrighted cause I own this I still ain't over it Like being skilled is a life long sickness I still can't fix this These ill thinkings And I got this taste in my mouth, here's how I'm feelin [repeat hook 2x]