Bucket List - SABA, Matthew Santos

Skydiving, hoping my pilot land and my 'chute is good

And my show went well and my cheque about to go to the hood

If I die before I can make change, 'least I made a tape

And I pray someday, you’re inspired by it and make your way, look

It’s some legends gone, so I’m paying homage, they paved the 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

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

Gotta butter bread 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 mean 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, 'cause I don’t believe in that caper

Ayy, I come from the bottom, but a nigga feeling grateful

My life wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 (Huh!)

I’m mountain-climbing—that's never seen on this part of town

Hot-air balloon on my wedding day, getting off the ground

If I’m back at school, shit, I’ll commute, maybe try to dorm

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

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!)

Yeah, thinking outside them squares

Whole world know what it is

Scratching off my bucket list

Aty, I come from the bottom but a nigga feeling grateful

My life wasn’t 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 wasn’t fatal, swear I must got angels

I know that the sun’ll come up any time the rain go

I been in the rain though, they said what I can’t do (Oh!)

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

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