Mayday Mayday

[Verse 1: Don HardRisk]
It's mayday, its mayday
And I'm about to crash
Look up in the sky, it's a bird or is it a plane
Nah, it's just me and I'm coming back from the grave
Nah it's just me and I'm coming back for my plate
From the African continent I be Kamikaze
Crash my plane through your wall and prove I'm from the Kasi
Niggas strip off, tryna drink that Smirnoff
It's a hot stove, niggas cooking iceballs
Sell it to the highest bidder I be auctioning
Rats still rat now the cops be questioning
Selling Intels, another form of hustling
Homies popping pills bruh, welcome to the agony

[Chorus: Don HardRisk]
Tryna work in mud and shit (Tryna work in mud and shit)
Making that paper in fucking dirt
I be grinding since I was seventeen
Trouble is the way bruh
Making my way to fucking pray
Bible pages turn gray
Money clippers in my hay
I be shouting Mayday
Every single day is a souffleur

[Verse 2: Don HardRisk]
Prayers, layers after layers
She was on the radar
Target practice missed her
Shoot her with a missile
Now she moving sea-side
Yeah she's a hoe, money she got flaws
Always on the go, and I chase her with my Glock
And I'm back, in my home, everytime my cellphone roams
My homie, 25, in the day, yeah he lost his life
I was on hustle mode, crashing through the parking lot
Ain't nobody talking shit, tryna bring a wave of loo
I bring gifts like Santa Claus
Twelve years and I'm still a flop
Do it back and, I see you from afar, I shoot
Pull me back in it, aiming so high I'm just reckoning
Reckoning, fighting battles my wife she's cooking it
Eating my own words, add to my soup and I meant it, shit

[Chorus: Don HardRisk]
Tryna work in mud and shit (Tryna work in mud and shit)
Making that paper in fucking dirt
I be grinding since I was seventeen
Trouble is the way bruh
Making my way to fucking pray
Bible pages turn gray
Money clippers in my hay
I be shouting Mayday
Every single day is a souffleur