Chapter 2 Freestyle Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah

I got to get some shit off my chest

Gang, I'm the realest nigga, I know

When the leader spoke, the heat in sequence , the beat is the foe

Bang, I don't pretend, I preload my four

No pretentious, peace will be drawn

And peace will be leaving, we gone

Gang, I don't lean on my people for strength

But if it is needed, you seeing nothing but beaters with choppers

Gang, I done seen killers on God

You know that. shit real when your squad

gets smaller and brooks has not not got em

Gang, they must like the books that I'm dropping

They done gave keys to a Loch Ness monster

That seem to be walking

Without no fear and no demons

He does not seem to be conscious

I'm just an evil ill boss

With people that kill for a kilo

Woke as fuck Bleeding from brain cells,

Constantly leaving my body

Let me not give it up, lost it

Limitless vision, but living within this system is nonsense

All these oblivious niggas, looking like they Uncle Tom

I'm just too smart and too rugged

I am just too Rucker Park for fuckers, they Uncle Ruckus

So fuck y'all, why y'all up in arms?

I'm Justin, I'm up on some charts

Department depart with no substance

Niggas is missing these bars

Take this here, but don't take me there

Take this L, I am something else

Come and face your fear

Jason in the booth, with a naked bitch, the grayest hair, the greatest here

Ace of spades on deck, the king my set, The joker, hear me?

Jokes over, there he go

I'm so for real, I ride alone

When beef is near, I told my team, I want the shell

Snipers lurking, windows have, 50 cals, like my last meal

Trap house, 12, outside dwell,

Cartel ties, heart shot kill

Narcos think the silver surfer selling sacks plus heroin pills

Stare at will, stare at will

Air is thin, but a snitch's skin get lifted from his flesh

Get left in a blazing ditch, with my blades of steel

Blades are gory, Satch the killer, make his story factually real

Blades of glory, ask em nigga, this the house that Satch has built

Zone nigga,

Coldest rapping, stacking buildings, corporate action, grab the drill

Don't cooperate with laws

Get the facts And then react

A million niggas say they tough

They cracked

I passed the test when taps was near

now we sit back laughing,

Satch your legend, ask a slime

Ask about me, we will have to ask you too excuse yourself

I'm facts and will

I'm the Jackson 5, but my chapter 2 left basketball completely

Now I mastermind the crime that kills

Ask a slime, ask a real one

All up in this rap for meals

Only way I'm back on courts

Is homicide or racketeering

Drama time, I'm bout that action

Ear to streets, we saw you coming

Please beware, no please be careful

Careless speaking get you killed

Chamber locked with secrets

If my chamber cock, release

Demons, aiming at police

I'm filled with game, hip-hop and gang shit, stop it

Lame get popped with pieces from my frame,

The prophet, plane shit, rocking, 'Same Dude', 'Pain', and I'm a goat

And I maintain creative process

I'm the don, my St. Laurent's are

Leather, suede, I run the game,

I'm something sacred, maybe godsent

Maybe rob you for your chain

Maybe I'm just crazy, I'm still blazing

My mind lately has been up in flames occasionally

I feel struck to kick the bucket

Just because I missed my chance to get a bucket

Yeah, ahhhhhhh

Satch up in this bitch boy I could go all night

I got a lot more to say

Chapter 2 shit

Niggas ask me what's the move

I tell them patient, I'm bout to make it

I count my blessings right after counting the bitches I slayed

I pick a broad to risk it with

Hit the bitch, she said my dick big

So I probably just gifted her

Merry Christmas

I'm with the shits then out this ho

I'm bout to blow, can't miss my chance

I founded my own syndicate

I found out I'm a real savant

Hours turn to minutes, time is ticking

Trouble, I have witnessed

Sirens, hiding from the boys

Like I am minding my own business

Biometrics climbing swiftly

I know guys who slice your kidney

I don't lie, I fire semis

Tirade, I make guys, give me everything they have

All the smoke inside me, living like I don't exhale

Just breathing all the dope in

Focused, know this, growing, I won't fail

Came from north, that's Brooklyn boy

And brooks, they look real shook, I will

Take your bitch, then leave her

All I kept was secrets, she was saying

I'ma have to laugh at any fake gratitude y'all showing

I'm just here to prove my own

Onus on myself, small business owner

Entrepreneur, off of Scotty Cookie Runs I'm giving moments

Living, walking sickness hold up

Still benign to those who love him

Still got nines for those who touch him

Still inclined to get a budget

Still sublime, but still a fucking on some sluts I ain't in love with

but I'm trying to make my mother proud

I blind to hate, I'm coming with

The kind of shit that doesn't sound

like thy or they or nothing

Yeah, your thighs are shaking, brother

Are your slime, don't make me blood you

I'm the kindest face, with grime, sometimes I'm

Blatant, rough: Blake and Drummond,

Pistons firing, burning rubber

I am surely gutter

Yeah I ride the wave that I have made

I'm Norrin Radd inside a flame

The coldest rapping, love it, fuck it

In the streets, I'm into beef

Y'all work for them, I work for us

My allure is sheik to sheep

It's meek on earth and Satch is space

And Swizz on bass, I predetermined that's the case

Above the law, beat the jury, dash away

Come meet your maker laughing out the window of the Aston,Wraith or

Porsche or Lambo, matching brakes

I know they mad, they have to hate this

I've been down, but now I feel like

I have finally found my route

And I have got the strength to say it

Open air, dopest fragrance, loud and wood, silence hatred

Seeps through minds and mine is racing

Kyle Busch with nitrous pavement

Reggie Bush, no reggie When we spark the flame

The clouds are white

The cards are stacked in black man favor

I don't need no validation

I am he who validates them

On the grind, I lost the life I had

I'm now incorporated

Big boy fucking orchestrating

Pointing hands and swinging branches

Leaves are falling, niggas dancing

I'm the realest, still here waiting

See what they be rapping bout

Wonder why they have the clout

I take it from them, Satch is racing, rapid pace

I give a fuck if it ain't Satch and that's a fact

The casket waiting at your doorstep

Step to lord, I schedule your, demise with death an accurate painting

Off your splattered blood's a fucking Basquiat

I hate the fucking back and forth

Niggas scared, I ain't the hatin'

I'ma 'Skip' debates and say it

I'm the realest nigga, while y'all looked away

I took the trap, The Book of Satch with bad behavior

Bitches acting like they have to save it

Every time they take a picture with you

Have to hit the pavement

Just need you to get my payment

Bring it back to Pablo

You ain't stupid You don't want no problems

Satch up in this bitch, savage as it gets

Ahhhhhh

I'm still laughing at these niggas

Fascinated, taking them through basic training

now catch the pace while dripping sauce, drop the bass

Throw flames begin to

Blaze the scene I'm laser beaming

LASIK vision, Lucid dreaming

Split the gains recoup the Gs

We cleaned it all through loopholes, Jesus

Dude, I fucking do this Jesus

Saint? I'm not, but who is? He is?

Cease it stop it Satch the beast that's next, believe it