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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeSavior (Interlude)
If you derive your sense of identity from being a victimLet's say, bad things were done to you when you were a childAnd you develop a sense of self that is based on the bad things that happened to youYou ever seen your mama strung out while you studied division?Your uncle ever stole from you, day after Christmas?Seen both of those on the county jail's visitsThe first and the fifteenth, the only religionNoodles in the microwave, shark tank tidal waveGrandma shootin' niggas, blood on the highwayCrossеs on the dashboard, you just want a platformI wanna take evеrything that I ask forCatch me a body, I'll put that on anybody but my mamaShe showin' a pattern for certainI think it's white panties and minimal condomsMy uncle would tell me the shit in the movies, could only be magicThis year, I did forty-three shows and took it all home to buy him a casketJack of all trades, got money out the way, put my heart in the faith, I'm good, loveCousin in the courts, heard he jumped out the porchTurn a brick to a Porsche, I'm good, loveCatch us, you know I'm gon' rack upI need the advance and the equity to match upThe engineer dead if the drive don't back upThese words come of God, you could never outrap usNowadays gotta walk cautious, ayyNowadays, I'm a new prophet, ayyGame dead, no autopsy, ayyCity girl with they new hobby, ayyCatch a body, put the product in the ta-daNigga 'boutta get some pussy, give me fiveGun dirty, got the thirty in the purse, purseTight bitch, put a perky in her saladI gotta pay for the basicI never seen my niggas bust down facesSome niggas not tastelessI only had one chance, I ain't even waste itBeen down on my luckBeen down on my luck when I fa-a-allI gotta get upI gotta get back up and ba-a-allRIP, under my people, I'm proud of my people, I'm proud of my dawgsMy ex got a beamer, she want me to see itI still ain't gon' see it, like, okayI love when they ratchet, I don't do her PatekI still do the watches the old wayShe think I'm conceited, I'm thinkin' 'bout cheatin'I don't do the flowers or roleplayNow, how can I fold lookin' at twenty millionThis money don't come with a probayMama, I said it'd be okayI got this shit brackin' in four daysFour eyes, four eyes, two eyesSwitch sides, nigga be fresh, I'llSuicide doors, I suicide, suicideLambo body, who gon' stop me?Baby Keem is too, "Wow"Function at the tempoJesus pieces in the luauMr. Morale
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