LyricsSavior (Interlude)

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If you derive your sense of identity from being a victim Let’s say bad things were done to you when you were a child And you develop a sense of yourself based on the bad things that happened to you

Have you ever seen your mom stretch while you were studying division? Your uncle ever robbed you on Boxing Day? I seen these two visits to the county jail The first and the fifteenth, the only religion Microwave noodles, shark tank tidal wave Grandma shooting niggas, blood on the freeway Crosses on the dash you just want a rig I wanna take whatever I ask for Catch me a body I’ll put it on anybody but my mama She show a pattern to blow sure I think it’s white panties and minimal condoms My uncle would tell me shit in movies can only be magic This year I did 43 shows and brought it all home for him buy casket jack of all trades i got money i put my heart in faith i’m fine i love Cousin in court i heard he jumped from porch Turn a brick into a Porsche I’m fine my love Catch us you know I’m gon’ rack up I need the lead and the equity to match re The engineer is dead if the drive doesn’t save These words are from God, you can never outrun us These days I gotta tread carefully, ayy These days I’m a new prophet, ayy Game dead, no autopsy , ayy City girl with their new hobby, ayy Catch a body, put the Prada in the ta-da Nigga ’bout to get some pussy, give me five (give me five) Dirty gun, got them 30 in the purse, purse Tight bitch, put a perky in her salad Gotta pray for the base That one chance, I don’t even waste it I was lucky I was lucky when I do- Gotta get up, gotta get up and b-aa-everything RIP, under my people, I’m proud of my people, I’m proud of my homies My ex has a Beamer, she wants me to see that I still ain’t gonna see it, like, “okay” I like when they click, I don’t not his Pat ek I still do the old fashioned watches She thinks I’m conceited, I think ’bout cheating I don’t do the flowers or the role play Now how can I fold looking at 20 million That money don’t come not with a probay Mama, I said it would be alright I got that brackin’ shit in four days Four eyes, four eyes, two eyes Switch sides, nigga be fresh out the door Suicide gates, I’m icide, suicide Body de Lambo, who’s gonna stop me? Baby Keem is too wild Function at the tempo Jesus pieces in the luau Mr. Morale

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