Satellites

[Verse 1] Spit yo game, talk yo shit Call yo click, cuff yo bitch Chucks covered in mud and piss On yo flo' like fuck yo shit Fuck choices, trange voices boost a nigga ego C4 in my chinos fucking up a nigga clean clothes Sinks covered on kinks, broke niggas toast to God knows Still I fight for happiness in flesh that God chose Golden caps I got those Picked it from the pasture bastard meet me at McDonald's You can get a half a track but trappin' get you time tho When trafficking your rhymes Just keep your mind open and eyes closed You close but only time knows Pullin' hoes like John Deere Dosing in different time zones Cuz all these niggas rap about is kicks and rocking bitch clothes That ain't rap nigga that's hip-pop On my pivot slip not Slop jaw slob the car, driver and the passenger You split a blunt I pass the jar Spit above average cuz my passion isn't Ashton Mar You prolly pass on pussy, for you pussies get it past the bar My pastor was a rapper went to DSGB Baptist Wasn't no Christians not no Catholics just crystal poppin ass clapping when they praise the lord With crosses on they crotches pussy poppin' nigga oh my God They used to take cash until Nelly pulled out the card And I been goin' hard since finances cut out the carbs Naughty by nature no faking savage at heart Selvedge so hard it's hard to fathom how fucking poor that we are Bitch [Verse 2] Satellites satellites, all I see is satellites And Jitt's so fucking poor already know they 'bout that savage life Take a nigga bike with no plans on having it back iight My dad was right my skin was light Therefore a nigga had to fight 2 dikes 20 sumn' niggas and only 1 was white That shit I left behind was so sour ruined my appetite I never undermined the power within that shit I write A lotta struggle whole lotta strife, that's that shit I like Bust a window with a lead pipe That's some shit it might result to when my pockets tight What yo profit like I prophesied with eyes to the sky Where the stars tonight Satellites satellites, all I see is satellites And discos in my homies ride when I'm high and getting by And feeling tired cuz getting fly don't express how I feel inside Feelings I'd deliver through my pencil Cuz my lips was shy and partly dry These poorly parted skies support the darkest nights Like authors write I feel I ought to but with out A light its kind of out of sight And out of spite I told myself I've been in hell like all my life That's awful right I'm awkward right The passive type attracted to them flashing lights The type to call the pastor on his lie like he ain't acting right And actions speak like acolytes Last night I dreamed of Afrodite But all I see is Afro dikes Whether her ass was tight her absence added to my appetite And she was fresh to death I guess I'll see her in the afterlife You laughing right, fuck it my nigga chopped a half a Sprite We packed it with a half a pint, took a flight Landed in my future's past Soon as he pass the pipe and get us back on track with traffic I can find my jack and see what's up with all these satellites Lord have mercy such a classic lie I had a date with destiny but she just keep on passing by She won't be satisfied until I grab her by the throat Throw her in the trunk and use her fucking vessel as a sacrifice