Pain From Paradise Interlude

[Interlude]

The sky don't look the same this evening

An end to [what is on demand?] (Freddie)

God loves quiet boys and you, you rap about what He turned His head away from

You the gospel for the grinders, the songs of the unsaved

You make redemption sound fly, let's not front, now

You and me been locked in since them Gary days

When them plugs fronted your work, who made sure you ain't get caught?

When the label tried to play you, who gave you the strength to stay pеtty and patient at the same timе?

Hahahahaha

God don't do petty, He too busy forgivin' folks

You ever noticed how your realest bars come from the darkest nights?

You can't write pain from paradise, nigga

Heaven too quiet

No Wi-Fi, no opps, no hoes, just harps and hymns and shit

And niggas in sandals talkin' 'bout peace

Nigga, you'd lose your edge in a week

Stay down here with my Gibbs

Down here, your flaws got flavor

Your sins sell tickets, your pain gets plaques

And every verse you spit with blood in it, that's a prayer answered, my way

I been your A&R since the first time you sinned, lil' nigga

Don't get holy now, hahahahahahahahaha