Satta King / Song Lyrics by @DistroKid / Songwriters: Andrew Rico / Francisco Rico

Yeah, I’m walking through the hallway,
thinking maybe it’s all over,
mind is running restless,
I keep looking past my shoulder.

City lights are blinding,
but my breathing’s getting colder,
feels like time is coming,
like the story I once told ya.

I move silent like a shadow,
strike sharp like a cobra,
they don’t see the hunger
till the night starts getting closer.

Diamonds on my neck,
but the shine can’t hide the pain,
I can feel the difference,
we were never built the same.

I don’t chase the fame,
I just built my own name,
walked through fire alone,
now they all speak on my game.

It’s a shame, everybody wants a place inside the game,
I kept moving different, now they whispering my name.
Had to change the pattern, had to do my own thing,
rolling through the smoke while I’m carrying my pain.

It’s a shame, everybody wants a place inside the game,
I kept moving different, now they whispering my name.
Had to change the pattern, had to do my own thing,
now the whole world watching how I play my lane.

I just want to meet my maker,
riding late at 2 AM,
lost inside my thoughts again,
wondering where this road will end.

I got issues on my shoulders,
new scars under old skin,
talking to the memories,
wishing I could hold them again.

I keep falling deeper,
trying to find my soul,
asking every empty street,
where I’m meant to go.

I keep climbing higher,
but I still feel low,
like the top is getting closer,
but peace is moving slow.

They judge me from a distance,
say there’s darkness in my genes,
but they don’t know the battles
that I fight behind the scenes.

Life is like a puzzle,
every move is hard to read,
got you guessing every number
like a game of Satta King.

I stay focused on the play,
while they pose for the screen,
I was busy building something
they could only see in dreams.

I play it like a strategy,
partners moving close,
came up from the bottom
where the empty streets know ghosts.

Mind full of pressure,
heart cold like winter,
I don’t talk too much,
I let the silence paint the picture.

Did I say it clear enough?
I don’t fold under thunder,
standing with my brothers,
we were raised to pull through hunger.

No time for small talk,
business on the table,
money speaks louder
when the room becomes unstable.

I don’t chase attention,
I just move with intention,
every loss became a lesson,
every scar became a weapon.

Survival of the fittest,
let the whole world witness,
I turned pain into rhythm,
now they calling it business.

Clockwork in my motion,
every step is planned,
I don’t wait for blessings,
I just build with my hands.

Life became a concert,
every night a new verse,
some days feel like heaven,
some days feel like a curse.

I came from the shadows,
now I’m making artwork,
pain on my chest,
but I still make the heart work.

Don’t look for a shortcut,
that’s not how it works,
you want something real,
then you gotta feel the hurt.

I don’t need a handout,
I don’t need a crown,
I just need one chance
to turn the whole thing around.

Yeah, I walked through the darkness,
came back with a spark,
now the world can hear my story
from the silence in my heart.