ASTRONAUT Songtext
von Griffen feat. Jerome Matthews Jr

Five, four, three, three, three
Fly with me
Shawty, we about to take off
And you know we are hot

(Barton, sky on, please for mankind) yeah

What you hear is not a test (not a test)
If that′s your best I'm not impressed (impressed)
Lock shit down like you under arrest (yeah)
Fuckin′ y'all up like I'm on X (uh-huh)

I got now and I got next
This my court, nigga, I′m gon′ flex (this my house)
They like, "Do that shit" (ay-oh)
Turned the amp up 'til I blew that bitch (uh)

Killed the microphone then I threw that bitch (threw that bitch)
My crew done ran all through that bitch (through that bitch)
Straight to the point when I do my bus′ (do my bus')
Ask somebody who I is (who the heck is that?)


This ain′t promo hype (nah)
Bars take flight, I'm the prototype (c′mon)
Cyanide, nigga, we can go all night (oh yes)
And I'on give a fuck, we can shoot, flow, or fight (yeah)

Five, four, three, three, three
Fly with me
Shawty, we about to take off
And you know we are hot

Can't you see?
Ain′t no stoppin′ me 'cause
I′m a NASA master blaster
Type of Astronaut (yeah)

Mama-say-mama-sa-mama-coosa
88 M-P-H in my new car
Gotta dat, feelin' great, and I′m on fire
I ain't hot, I am not, bro, I′m on fire (ooh, shit)

Yeah, I'm on my (uh-huh)
Bullshit all day, baby, come on by (c'mon by)
Gotta fever, my temp like 105
I′m sick, I′m gone, nigga, I'm so high


You could ask around (yeah)
Take three hits then pass it down (′round)
Money Mayweather, I'm the pound for pound (pound)
You got your sound out the lost and found

That′s my old shit (uh-huh, yeah)
Treat hip-hop like my old bitch (yo)
Hit that shit, but I don't commit (yeah)
Still make a memory you won′t forget (hey)

Five, four, three, three, three (oh yeah)
Fly with me
Shawty, we about to take off
And you know we are hot (we hot)

Can't you see? (Can't you see?)
Ain′t no stoppin′ me 'cause
I′m a NASA master blaster
Type of Astronaut (yeah, yo)

What you hear is not a test (uh-huh)
These motherfuckers is a hot-ass mess (yeah)
Ready for whatever in this hot-ass vest (yo)
Shut the fuck up, nigga, just say less

I don't stress (alright)
Get fresh on ′em, for the flex (for the flex, yeah)
I'll send that bitch (who?)
Open mic night? We in that bitch (yeah)

It really don′t matter how rich you get (nah)
Life is all about simple shit (really)
Bounce, rock, back on the block
Feel it like earthquake aftershocks (oh yeah)

Pop Master locks (ooh)
Radio Raheem, blast the box (yo)
Rappers get acid washed
Out of this world, we astronauts

Five, four, three, three, three
Fly with me (yeah)
Shawty, we about to take off
And you know we are hot

Can't you see? (Can't you see?)
Ain′t no stoppin′ me 'cause
I′m a NASA master blaster
Type of Astronaut

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah