Savior (Interlude)

[Intro: Eckhart Tolle]

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

[Verse: Baby Keem]

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 them county jail visits

The first and the fifteenth, the only religion

Noodles in the microwave, shark tank tidal wave

Grandma shootin' niggas, blood on the highway

Crossеs on the dashboard, you just want a platform

I wanna take evеrything that I ask for

Catch me a body, I'll put that on anybody but my mama

She showin' 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 forty-three 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 off 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 of 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 thirty 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 twenty million

This money don't come with a probate

Mama, I said it'd be okay

[Outro: Baby Keem]

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 temple

Jesus pieces in the luau

Mr. Morale