Satellite - Derek Pope

Back to the base

Touch no wheels no brakes

Satellite know your face

Satellite know your face

Checking my lift like weight

All of your lawns got snakes

All of your friends got fake

Love don’t come this way

I was in the back room when you pulled up on me

If you ain’t around you might trip at the shit that you see

Jungle boy feel like Tarzan how I’m running through trees

No free lunch don’t ask me to lower my fee

Push to play, pay to win then go spend it all

Manifest, think it’s best you don’t get involved

We got problems, please be cautious

Empty bottles, empty conscious

What’s a profit with no progress

Who your prophets?

Think they lost it, marksman

Autopilot through the darkness

Rosh a flashlight then I spark it, harmless

Night is fading

We ain’t dating now, that shit’s outdated

She like damn this city really made you jaded

You hate people do you even wanna be famous?

I just want it all, it’s nothing too outrageous

Count me some money and break bread

We used to be up in Bayfair

High, end up buying like three pairs

Light up a chop on the way there

We still be saying the same prayers