Crumble The Satellite Paul Wall (Ft. Curren$y & Devin The Dude)

[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
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

[Chorus: Devin Tha Dude]
Yeah, yeah
Crumbling, satellite
Crumbling, satellite