Yeah, yeah
Rickson Satiro
Came to earth on a Tuesday, finna rap til my doomsday
In the back with an AK, it was payday, say mayday
Around here ain't a thing changed, ride around it's the same thing
Been thinking bout it lately, thank god they ain't spray straight
Thank god they ain't spray straight
I need me some xans, I need me some bands
I need me some plans, I need me some vans
Black ones got a hole in it
Black heart, no soul in it
No sole can't bowl in it
Black car I road in it
They roll tinted
I roll with it
Behind the dark, is always light
Behind the light, is always dark
It's the nature of art, they tryna pull you apart
I'm just playing my part, I'm just building my art
Like Roronoa mixed with Noah
High as fuck, but I'm lower
Purple mixed with the soda
Chopping rocks, I'm a stoner
On the shoulder of a soldier
Thought I told you I'm bolder
Thought I told you I'll mold ya
Know I never ever sold you
Know the weather better colder
No more standing in the corner
Stole my blood, I'm a donor
Damn, I'm glad I known you
Wrote ya
Came to earth on a Tuesday
Finna rap til my doomsday
In the back with a keyblade
I'm going ghost, can't see me
August eight, my B-day
Will I see the sun ray
Will I make it past 28
Will I make it last anyway
Will I make it to my album day
Will I get my mom a place
Will I get that license plate
Will I get that real estate
Will I get that real mate
I just wanna create
I just wanna cremate
In my life, I've seen things
22 years on this turf
Many cool peers have been cursed
Pushing buttons, living in reverse
Benjamins dead in my purse
Spit a verse til I'm in a hearse
This pain inside just grow worse
Paint a picture, tell a thousand words
But one word can paint a thousand pictures
Damn, I miss you
I need a tissue
Wish I was with you, but I'm on a mission
How can I love without fear
How can I trust without tears
Why you appear when I'm in the mirror
Disappear when I come near
Will my dreams become real