Satta King Lyrics

Yea I walk through the corridor I'm thinking this shits over

Got me feeling paranoid I'm looking over my shoulder

But I'm blinded by the lights and now my breath is getting shorter

It's about to be our time ima preach it like I told ya

Boutta induce you like a cobra

You about to feel my fangs

Hypnotize the world just from wearing diamond chains

I can tell you without a doubt that you and I are not the same

Cause I do this for myself ion do it for no fame

It's a shame that all of you are in the game

Bout to run it up and now y'all speaking on my name

Had to switch it up yea I do my own thang

Smoking on that gas we just rolled the romain

It's a shame that all of you are in the game

Bout to run it up and now y'all speaking on my name

Had to switch it up yea I do my own thang

Smoking on that gas we just rolled the romain

I just want to meet my maker

Riding in the cut it's two am

I'm on my way to meet you greet you see you gotta take me in

Cause I got some issues balling with new issue

Praying to the dead just to tell them I miss you

I just keep falling into a deeper hole

Keep getting lost asking where do I go

Yea I keep moving up but I still feel low

It's like no matter how much I climb there's just nowhere to go

Yea they hating on me cause I got evil in genes

That's my DNA with a mix of promethazine

Got you guessing like you playing a game of satta king

I'm on game while you taking pictures with a fiend

Play it like I'm playing Satta and I do it with the partners

Crimey motherfucker

Slimey from the empty gutter

Thinking bout the guns and butter

Peeping through the shutters

Did I motherfucking stutter?

Ain't nobody messing with the thunder

Messing with my brothers

Ima put you under run yo pockets how I'm talking

We just get it Poppin

Run your options ima hit you with the steady optic

I don't like the small talk

Get the business let the money talk if it's a standoff

I'm killing every witness

Survival of fittest ima let it sound off

Let the dead talk or let my gun walk

This shit like clockwork she loving how my cock work

Rocking out like it's a concert

Everyday I'm sponsored by maryjane she makes my lungs hurt

Put a body on your tee shirt to see my art work

Don't be looking for a handout cause that's not how this works