album cover
Satoshi
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
Satoshi was released on June 15, 2023 by DRMS as a part of the album Satoshi - Single
album cover
Release DateJune 15, 2023
LabelDRMS
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
DRMS
DRMS
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Stan
Alexander Stan
Songwriter
Trevor James Anderson
Trevor James Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trv
Trv
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Some say that I’ve got an ego
But they really don’t know me though
Some say that I’ve got an ego
But they really don’t know me though
Some of my own still don’t believe in me
Can’t tell who’s real the way weaving me
I planned all of it out like the first degree
Bring the smoke with candles every anniversary
Making toasts to how I handle my adversaries
I know shorty keeping warm with all the sweaters she got
I know homie peeping hard at how much better I drop
You could say I’m reaching but i’m climbing straight to the top
Unless they pay me what I’m seeking, fuck i’m never gone stop
I don’t really know the number I just know it’s a lot
Making trees from all this lumber cause I know how chop
Catching z’s overseas my thunder used to the shock
Guess we really gone see who’s around at the top
The old me would have begged you to stay
I could stand on one leg and never sway
I’m the man right now, what can you say?
Some say that I’ve got an ego
But they really don’t know me though (and they won’t)
Some say that I’ve got an ego (I fucking do)
But they really don’t know me though
Cold shoulders yea they Polar
Don’t know none of you posers
Real soldier, no controller
Can Smell the odor of Folgers
Best part of waking up, I get to do this again
Once again let’s not pretend you comprehend
The things I say go over most of your heads
Bucket hats ya’ll catching all of the trends
Fuck your feelings we ain’t making a mends
My bars will rinse you like dove
Somebody show me some love
Still keep your distance a glove
DRMS cause I came from above
I’m not something attained but you could see me at night
Said it was nothing on her brain woke her up in delight
You tripping on what’s behind you even now in the light
I packed my bags for this grind, bringing it all to new heights
Can’t be humble I seen too many fumble
Said I’m a do it, I’m not into the mumble
I can prove it, I made the past crumble
Then move it on the double, hate to burst your bubble but
I’m the salt in this bitch, you ain’t gotta like me
Take me how you want,
Could be the salt in your wound
Or in the sweat you exude,
I put the flavor in food
Then make your motherfucking blood pressure go through the roof
That’s a case for the suits, everybody gone eat
My suitcase full of fruits, every room looking suite
Cut the lace off my boots, they too far to compete
I just laid down my roots man I’m so far from complete
I’m so far from complete
I’m so far from complete
I’m so far from complete
Written by: Alexander Stan, Trevor James Anderson
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...