[Intro: Saba]
Huh (Huh)
[Verse 1: Saba]
Skydiving, hoping my pilot land and my 'chute is good ('Chute is good)
And my show went well and my cheque about to go to the hood (Yuh)
If I die before I can make change, 'least I made a tape (Tape)
And I pray someday, you're inspired by it and make your way, look (Make your way)
It's some legends gone, so I'm paying homage, they paved the way (Way)
And them stars aligned, I know they be on, I bet they in space
I might buy a trailer, we taking this bitch across the states (Sab')
All aboard, it's just like the Green Line, we finally off the train (Ha)
Sole heir to the booth
You can let the fans take a vote
Get the bread, then take a loaf
I just put the work in, then take a load off
Got up out of bed like some toast
Wrote a bucket list and approached
Then they said, "That one," like my last one
And they been waiting since my last one
And look what happened, yeah, ayy
'Cause I meant it; if I doubt it, then I did it
If I caught it, then I dish it; how I started, how I finish
Show a hater that impossible's what we major
I cross another one off that paper (Ah), 'cause I don't believe in that caper
[Hook: Saba]
Ayy, I come from the bottom, but a nigga feeling grateful
My life more than fatal; swear, I must got angels
I know that the sun'll come up anytime the rain go
I been in the rain, though; they said what I can't do
I come from the bottom, but a nigga feeling grateful
My life more than fatal; swear, I must got angels
I know that the sun'll come up anytime the rain go
I been in the rain, though; they said what I can't do, ugh
[Verse 2: Saba]
I'm mountain-climbing, that's never seen on this part of town (Ha)
Hot-air balloon on my wedding day, getting off the ground
If I'm back at school, should I commute? Maybe try the dorms? (Dorms)
Just wrote a book on how not to fit into social norms
I ain't never smoke, fuck it? Why not? Guess I'm trying pot (Haha)
Might just say, "Fuck it," get my hair cut and say "bye" to the locks
Yeah, yeah, this for all of my hood homies
Fuck, give in—it feel good, don't it?
Look at all the shit you accomplished
Heard money make the world go round
Thirsty for it, hope you don't drown
I believe it, do not doubt
Head high; no, not down (Sab', Sab')
Yeah, thinking outside them squares
Whole world know what it is, scratching off my bucket list
[Hook: Saba]
Ayy, I come from the bottom, but a nigga feeling grateful
My life more than fatal; swear, I must got angels
I know that the sun'll come up anytime the rain go
I been in the rain, though; they said what I can't do
I come from the bottom, but a nigga feeling grateful
My life more than fatal; swear, I must got angels
I know that the sun'll come up anytime the rain go
I been in the rain though; they said what I can't do, oh
[Outro: Matthew Santos]
I got a gift to give
Just like this life we're living
Only a flash across the sky
Just an increment of time
What will you do with yours? Oh
I know what to do with mine
Even when the lights go out
Still, they never die
[Skit]
Hmm, alright, I knew you was gonna hit me up or whatever 'cause I know you miss me. You already know who this is. It's your ex or whatever. I ain't finna say my name for these thirsty-ass b—(*bleep*), but I'm gon' give you my bucket list, and it consists of: beating your motherf—(*bleep*) ass, fina-fucking-lly, with your ugly ass
