crumble the satellite
Singer:paul wall
you can buy real shit but you can't buy real
and just cause your shirt say it
that don't make you trill
they don't love you 'till you dead or gone to jail
they the ones praying that you fail
we'll see who call al rucker for my bail
and who call 222 tips with the tail
only god knows and he won't tell
they say real friends are just a tale
loyalty is an on going sale
you don't appreciate heaven til you go through hell
a white cup is my holy grail
my cup full but i ain't had my fill
i got old bread but it ain't stale
and these johnny dang diamonds
they ain't come from zales
most bitches in the world are male
i think i hit it on the nail
doctor oz say kush is better for you than kale
little something with me with her mind blown
shakin' underneath my fingers
but i'm tryin' to continue this
grind time consumin' but you get out it
when i come through without the roof
chunk a deuce and ask what it do
crumble up that satellite
and we gon' pull a heist tonight
i kill the beat that precise
always feel a little bit better after i smoke and ride
my niggas ain't on yo' side
mind bendin' cookin' rhymes in the dope kitchen
i don't need no vicodin or vitamins
and i got friends who get
to smoke an ounce a day is natural
with a thirty pound stash in the back
watch me pass by you like
it's a nigga smokin' mary jane
but long as you call me it's fine
cause i want to smoke me a muthafuckin pound of this satellite
cause i ain't never comin' down