Mayday Mayday

It's mayday, its mayday And I'm about to crash Look up in the sky, it's a bird or is it a plane Nah, it's just me and I'm coming back from the grave Nah it's just me and I'm coming back for my plate From the African continent I be Kamikaze Crash my plane through your wall and prove I'm from the Kasi Niggas strip off, tryna drink that Smirnoff It's a hot stove, niggas cooking iceballs Sell it to the highest bidder I be auctioning Rats still rat now the cops the be question Selling Intels, another form of hustling Homies popping pills bruh, welcome to the agony Tryna work in mud and shit (Tryna work in mud and shit) Making that paper in fucking dirt I be grinding since I was seventeen Trouble is the way bruh Making my way to fucking pray Bible pages turn gray Money clippers in my hay I be shouting Mayday Every single day is a souffleur Prayers, layers after layers She was on the radar Target practice missed her Shoot her with a missile Now she moving sea-side Yeah she's a hoe, money she got flaws Always on the go, and I chase her with my Glock And I'm back, in my home, everytime my cellphone roams My homie, 25, in the day, yeah he lost his life I was on hustle mode, crashing through the parking lot Ain't nobody talking shit, tryna bring a wave of loo I bring gifts like Santa Claus Twelve years and I'm still a flop Do it back and, I see you from afar, I shoot Pull me back in it, aiming so high I'm just reckoning Reckoning, fighting battles my wife she's cooking it Eating my own words, add to my soup and I meant it, shit Tryna work in mud and shit (Tryna work in mud and shit) Making that paper in fucking dirt I be grinding since I was seventeen Trouble is the way bruh Making my way to fucking pray Bible pages turn gray Money clippers in my hay I be shouting Mayday Every single day is a souffleur