Paul Wall, Devin The Dude, Curren$y - Crumble The Satellite lyrics

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 and when you're free
They the ones praying that you fail
We'll see who call Al Rucker for my bail
And who call 2-2-2 tips with the tail
Only God knows, and he won't tell
They say real friends are just a tale
A myth, a legend told too well
I learned the hard way
Loyalty is an ongoing sale
Free Rich The Factor, that's a true whale
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 crumble up the satellite
Time to cure my ails

Yeah, yeah crumbling, satellite
Crumbling, satellite

In my lane strong, Karl Malone
Jazzy, little something with me
With her mind blown
Word is bond, my cologne lingers
She remembers shakin' underneath my fingers
But paper is my mission gettin' it, yeah
But I’m tryin' to continue this
Grind time consumin', but you get out it
Whatever you put into it that’s true shit
When I come through without the roof
Chunk a deuce and ask, "what it do?"
A whole lot, girl
Yeah, you're right, crumble up that satellite
And we gon' pull a heist tonight
Assassins on motorbikes
I kill the beat that precise
Always feel a little bit better
After I smoke and ride i’m not going home
Outsiders stand outside
Catch me in my low-rider
Look in my eyes, you see a whole empire
My niggas ain’t on yo' side
Zodiac killer, dollar signs
Mind bendin' cookin' rhymes in
The dope kitchen got em all gettin' high

Yeah, yeah crumbling the satellite, yeah
Crumbling the satellite, yeah

High again like the wind
I don’t need no Vicodin or vitamins
For marijuana, corners I try to bend
And I got friends who get
Just as high as I do
To smoke an ounce a day is natural
I don’t have to try to
Having weed is vital, to my life existence
Try and take it from me, it’s resistance
Jumping fences, with my, grass
As I, dash, hauling ass, to Denver
With a thirty pound stash in the back
What’s that? s heeeeit, this that satellite
Gettin' high, as a kite
Watch me pass by you like, zoom
(It’s a bird… fuck… it’s a plane)
It’s a nigga smokin' Mary Jane, devein
Divine whatever, you call it
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, ever

Crumbling the satellite, yeah
Crumbling the satellite, yeah