Satellite

Verse 1:

Stressing out all in my brain.

Questioning so many things.

Lessons in all of the pain.

Blessings to all of my peeps.

I just been stacking the bank rolls.

Thankful I’m quitting the chain smoke.

I just been cookin up flame, stove.

I’m tryna cop her the range rove.

Hate to see my girl crying.

That just mean my world crying.

She ain’t bout that pearl buying.

She on my mind like neuroscience.

I’m at Kolkata just sipping the chai.

Chip on my shoulder, a chip on my mind.

I just been sleepin and wasting my time.

I’m in the deep end, a chill down my spine.

We livin good but the people are dying.

I know that David gon’ beat the Goliath.

I see they sleep on the sheep not the lion.

We tryna eat get the piece of the pie.

Hop in the whip, cruise.

Talkin’ my s***, yooo.

Walk in the function, anxious.

I’m about to dip, deuces.

Hook (x2)

In a dream every night, waking up see light.

Outa sight out of mind. Going up, satellite.

Growing up, outa line. Glowing up, ima shine.

We gon’ make a scene tonight. Loving in this game of life.

Verse 2:

Never let em see you sweatin, bullets, shootin reckless.

At the function goonz was throwing sets up.

White tees would splatter, ketchup.

My mind, it had me messed up, went to Mecca feelin blessed up.

Couple times I checked professors, knowing only God could test us.

Don’t trip bout who ain’t team.

Trap is cool but we some true emcees.

Class in session, I’m a fool who sleeps.

Moms called school for the truancies.

Ima paradox, like 2 MDs, You watch the news, you a fool that reads.

If you listen close, she’ll tell you what she wants.

Jewels Co for my gold, she my new antique.

This the next chapter, Fill it with laughter fill it with passion.

Fifty-nine fifty, fisherman beanie, rappers stay cappin’.

I ain’t ya bro, I ain’t your crew I am the captain.

We on the road, we playin shows, music is slappin’.

Pray for tomorrow, we live for today.

Living in sorrow, we living in pain.

Trip on the stress and it press on my brain.

Blow on the cess and my chest is aflame.

I roll a paper then step on a plane.

Flyer than birds-man, higher than crane.

I’m playin’ chess they just checking the game.

Y’all better put some respect on my name.

Hook (x2)

In a dream every night, waking up see light.

Outa sight out of mind. Going up, satellite.

Growing up, outa line. Glowing up, ima shine.

We gon’ make a scene tonight. Loving in this game of life.