Savior (Interlude)

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 self that is based on the bad things that happened to you You ever seen your mama strung out while you studied division? Your uncle ever stole from you, day after Christmas? Seen both of those in the county jail visits The first and the fifteenth, the only religion Noodles in the microwave, shark tank tidal wave Grandma shooting niggas, blood on the highway Crosses on the dashboard, you just want a platform I wanna take everything that I ask for Catch me a body, I'll put that on anybody but my mama She showing a pattern for certain I think it's white panties and minimal condoms My uncle would tell me the shit in the movies could only be magic This year, I did 43 shows and took it all home to buy him a casket Jack of all trades, got money out the way, put my heart in the faith, I'm good, love Cousin in the courts, heard he jumped out the porch Turn a brick to a Porsche, I'm good, love Catch us, you know I'm gon' rack up I need the advance and the equity to match up The engineer dead if the drive don't back up These words come from God, you could never outrap us Nowadays gotta walk cautious, ayy Nowadays, I'm a new prophet, ayy Game dead, no autopsy, ayy City girl with they 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) Gun dirty, got the 30 in the purse, purse Tight bitch, put a perky in her salad I gotta pray for the basic I never seen my niggas bust down faces Them niggas not tasteless I only had one chance, I ain't even waste it Been down on my luck Been down on my luck when I fa-a-all I gotta get up I gotta get back up and ba-a-a-all R.I.P., under my people, I'm proud of my people, I'm proud of my dawgs My ex got a Beamer, she want me to see it I still ain't gon' see it, like, "okay" I love when they ratchet, I don't do her Patek I still do the watches the old way She think I'm conceited, I'm thinkin' 'bout cheatin' I don't do the flowers or roleplay Now, how can I fold lookin' at 20 million This money don't come with a probay Mama, I said it'd be okay I got this shit brackin' in four days Four eyes, four eyes, two eyes Switch sides, nigga be fresh out Suicide doors, I suicide, suicide Lambo' body, who gon' stop me? Baby Keem is too wild Function at the tempo Jesus pieces in the luau Mr. Morale