Kendrick Lamar - Savior (Interlude) Lyrics
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    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 the 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 'boutta 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


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