Savior interlude Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
If you derive [Em]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 2]
You ever seen [Em]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's visits
The first and the fifteenth,
the only religion
Noodles in the [E]mi crowave,
shark tank [Em]tidal wave
Grandma shootin' niggas,
blood on the highway
Crosses on the dashboard,
you just want a platform
I wanna take everything that I ask [Am]for
Catch me a body,
I'll [Em]put that on [G]anybody but my mama
[F#m]She showin' a pattern for cer ta[Em]in
I think it's white panties
[E]and minimal condoms
My uncle would tell me the [Em]shit in the
movies could only be magic
[Am]This year, I did forty- three shows and
[Em]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,
[E]love
Catch us, you know I'm gon' rack up
[Em]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 out- rap us
[Am]Nowadays gotta walk cautious, ayy
[Em]Nowadays, I'm a new proph[G]et, ayy
Game [F#m]dead, no [F#dim]autopsy, [F#m]ayy
City [Em]girl with they new hobby, ayy
Catch a body,
put the [E]product in the ta- da
Nigga [Em]'bout to get some pussy,
give me five (give me five)
Gun [Am]dirty, got the thirty
in the purse- purse
Tight [Em]bitch, put a perky in her salad
I gotta pray for the basic
[C]I n[Em]ever seen my niggas
bust down faces
Some niggas not tasteless
I only had one chance,
I ain't even waste [E]it
Been [Em]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- [Am]a- all
R.I.P, [G]under my people, I'm proud of my [D]people,
I'm [F#dim]proud of my dawgs
My ex got a [Em]beamer, she want me to see it
I still ain't gon' [E]see it, like, okay
I love when it [Em]ratchet,
I don't do her Patek
I still do the [Am]watches the old way
She think I'm con[Em]ceited,
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
I got [Am]this shit brackin' in

[Verse 3]
four days
Four eyes, four eyes, two eyes
[G]Switch sides, nigga be fresh out
[C]Suicide doors, I [Am]suicide, [Em]suicide
Lambo body, who gon' stop me?
[E]Baby [Em]Keem is too wild
Function at the temple
[Am]Jesus pieces in the [Em]luau

[Outro 1]
Mr. Morale
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