Made For Fame Records - This Satisfaction lyrics

[Verse 1: MayDay] Cigars and more smoke I've been blowing air out of my lungs More than you could ever hold All that gold in your pocket It must have rubbed off real nice On twenty hundred mill Right on the platform made of ice Swag, another lesson you need to learn Learn it from the professional Who always swore That his confidence would save the day I made twenty million checks for you to say That nothing is impossible If I'm rubbing perfection on another b**h It's cause it's possible Paper never tasted better When these b**hes are getting wetter Bowing down, another grand entrance I learned how to walk these streets By only the greatest I never held my tongue Never let an a**hole praise me Or I wouldn't be where I am I don't need sh** from those Who weren't with me From day one and decided That suddenly their attention was undivided Now that I'm platinum Now that I got chains hanging From my neck and shining Blinding those who were sighing Saving those who are trying I tell kids to keep going To never let their dreams die To never depend on no one Cause people are known to lie but [Hook: MayDay] This, this, this Satisfaction never tasted better This, this, this Is perfection, and I ain't even bragging That this, this, this Right here is where it's going down [Verse 2: MayDay] Drinks and some more Pour them for the lord Pour them for the best Pour them for the greatest Hiding behind these signs Pavements pointing to the time I was trying to recap for the blind I put my hands up high Rubbed off my ego Praised my own head I was made into a legend And will be remembered when I'm dead I won't say too much though Cause sometimes silence is the cure For this mother f**ing vision That I had no choice but to pour All over the f**ing planet So they can adore My lyrics that I spit But only for pa**ion I thanked my baby mama Cause she had the rations She had the doors open Even when they were closing And so I told her that [Hook: MayDay] This, this, this Satisfaction never tasted better This, this, this Is perfection, and I ain't even bragging That this, this, this Right here is where it's going down