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Headphones in the uber, I ain't tryna talk Last year was a lot, I'm tryin' to walk it off Don't need interventions, please don't get involved Pray that my decisions send me back to God Demons in my DMs, they all wanna talk Trollin' in my mentions, gotta get the block People don't want friendship, they just want the sauce Pray that their decisions take 'em back to God 2015, jumped in the game like it was Madden 2016, I found the team, I quarterbacked it 2017, they kicked it off, I ran it back And in 2018, I'm just paddin' all my stats I mean I'm passin' and I'm catchin' laterals, I'm Bo Jackson Time is windin' down and they all know that once I snap it I'ma take a knee like Kaepernick, your favorite pacifist That whole stanza just a metaphor for how my passion is Lazarus, just a little mattress where my casket is My capillaries filled with stamina that never vanishes I'm not a fan of percocets or xanaxes Just an activist that don't drink actavis I use my scars and lacerations as a basic catalyst to shape and motivate me To show you what the good data is I just hit the mission then I did the race Say you gettin' riches, please elaborate I can see you wylin' on the internet Letras de cancionesOnly God can judge, but do you want to see Him litigate? Clearly fake love get no play around my real estate Henny straight, that mean no mixin' to the Luther taste Of your fate, if you hate love, aka Son of Yahweh Elmer Fudd, death is on the hunt This gon' make my momma prolly make a sing along She gon' show it to her mom and they gon' slap they palms Trump hear the track, then he say, "Why can't we get along?" This gon' make Obama's 2018 favorite songs I just watched the Dave Chappelle and now I'm readin' Psalms I haven't been this savage since like 21 Headphones in the uber, I ain't tryna talk Last year was a lot, I'm tryin' to walk it off Don't need interventions, please don't get involved Pray that my decisions send me back to God Demons in my DMs, they all wanna talk Trollin' in my mentions, gotta get the block People don't want friendship, they just want the sauce Pray that their decisions take 'em back to God From Letras Mania