Featuring: Devin The Dude Curren$y

Producer: Sive 9 Kent Jones

[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

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

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
In my lane strong, Karl Malone
Jazzy, little something with me, with her mind blown
Word is bond, my cologne lingers, she remembers
Shakin' underneath my fingers, but paper is my mission
Gettin' it, yeah, but I’m tryin' to continue this
Grind time consumin', but you get out it, whatever you put into it
That’s true shit
When I come through without the roof
Chunk a deuce and ask, "what it do?"
A whole lot, girl
Yeah, you're right, crumble up that satellite
And we gon' pull a heist tonight
Assassins on motorbikes
I kill the beat that precise
Always feel a little bit better after I smoke and ride
I’m not going home
Outsiders stand outside, catch me in my low-rider
Look in my eyes, you see a whole empire
My niggas ain’t on yo' side
Zodiac killer, dollar signs
Mind bendin' cookin' rhymes in the dope kitchen
Got em all gettin' high

[Hook: Devin Tha Dude]
Yeah, yeah
Crumbling the satellite, yeah
Crumbling the satellite, yeah

[Verse 3: Devin Tha Dude]
High again like the wind
I don’t need no Vicodin or vitamins
For marijuana, corners I try to bend
And I got friends who get, just as high as I do
To smoke an ounce a day is natural
I don’t have to try to
Having weed is vital, to my life existence
Try and take it from me, it’s resistance
Jumping fences, with my, grass
As I, dash, hauling ass, to Denver
With a thirty pound stash in the back
What’s that? sheeeeeit, this that satellite
Gettin' high, as a kite
Watch me pass by you like, zoom
(It’s a bird… fuck… it’s a plane)
It’s a nigga smokin' Mary Jane, devein, divine
Whatever, you call it, but long as you call me it’s fine
Cause I want to smoke me a muthafuckin pound of this satellite
Cause I ain’t never comin' down, ever

[Hook: Devin Tha Dude]
Crumbling the satellite, yeah
Crumbling the satellite, yeah

Paul Wall

Proudly hailing from Houston, Paul Slayden, better known as Paul Wall, is a rapper and entrepreneur. He has collaborated with many fellow Houston rappers, such as Slim Thug, RiFF RAFF, Chamillionaire and Kirko Bangz.

Paul started selling grills to local rappers in the Houston area before actually getting in the booth himself. He would go around selling the grills from the trunk of his car. He made a name for himself, and eventually went into business with infamous TV Johnny.

In 2001, he and Chamillionaire formed the group The Color Changing Click, and were poised to be the next big group out of Houston. Unfortunately, the two had a major falling out. No one knows exactly what caused the friction between the two artists, but they officially disbanded in 2005, which was the peak of hip-hop in Houston.