Saving Grace
Sick and tired, the fire is always roasting
Niggas always boasting, bitches looking for promotion
I'm out in the open, struggling, swallowing potions
Emotions too much to bear
Bitches in my air, they sucking, they fucking
I'm hunting, I'm gunning, looking for something to save me
Something to pay me, this is me on the daily
Reunite me with my kid, I'm feeling Kanye crazy
Wouldn't be like this if Kanye paid me
Pay your respects so I can hold my baby
Hold my lady
It ain't no sacrifice, it ain't one or the other
I hold my mother when she panicking
Nights in the hospital cause she sad again
How many times I had to tell him, you're not my dad again
Got me on the adventures like the fucking backyardigans
I'm rocking cardigans, cause I'm sophisticated
Hate my mother, dating niggas, they uneducated
I got more game than you
You supposed to stack the bread, I got more loafs than you
You supposed to back the groceries, I got more weight than you
I need a saving grace, put these people in they place
I hold a lot of hate, wish I say it to they face
I been a lot of place, but no place like New York
Just a little late, now my family all displaced
I need a saving grace, put these people in they place
I hold a lot of hate, wish I say it to they face
I been a lot of place, but no place like New York
Just a little late, now my family all displaced
No longer in the rafters, I want front seats to court meets
Don't say shit or bump me, I feel like I'm Bun B
I need my Pimp C, I pinky promise I get her
What the fuck they gon' tell me, either take or give her
I could probably wait, Karma gon' give me his liver
I need a saving grace, put these people in they place
I hold a lot of hate, wish I say it to they face
I been a lot of place, but no place like New York
Just a little late, now my family all displaced
I need a saving grace, put these people in they place
I hold a lot of hate, wish I say it to they face
I been a lot of place, but no place like New York
Just a little late, now my family all displaced
I need a saving grace, put these people in they place
I hold a lot of hate, wish I say it to they face
I been a lot of place, but no place like New York
Just a little late, now my family all displaced
Niggas always boasting, bitches looking for promotion
I'm out in the open, struggling, swallowing potions
Emotions too much to bear
Bitches in my air, they sucking, they fucking
I'm hunting, I'm gunning, looking for something to save me
Something to pay me, this is me on the daily
Reunite me with my kid, I'm feeling Kanye crazy
Wouldn't be like this if Kanye paid me
Pay your respects so I can hold my baby
Hold my lady
It ain't no sacrifice, it ain't one or the other
I hold my mother when she panicking
Nights in the hospital cause she sad again
How many times I had to tell him, you're not my dad again
Got me on the adventures like the fucking backyardigans
I'm rocking cardigans, cause I'm sophisticated
Hate my mother, dating niggas, they uneducated
I got more game than you
You supposed to stack the bread, I got more loafs than you
You supposed to back the groceries, I got more weight than you
I need a saving grace, put these people in they place
I hold a lot of hate, wish I say it to they face
I been a lot of place, but no place like New York
Just a little late, now my family all displaced
I need a saving grace, put these people in they place
I hold a lot of hate, wish I say it to they face
I been a lot of place, but no place like New York
Just a little late, now my family all displaced
No longer in the rafters, I want front seats to court meets
Don't say shit or bump me, I feel like I'm Bun B
I need my Pimp C, I pinky promise I get her
What the fuck they gon' tell me, either take or give her
I could probably wait, Karma gon' give me his liver
I need a saving grace, put these people in they place
I hold a lot of hate, wish I say it to they face
I been a lot of place, but no place like New York
Just a little late, now my family all displaced
I need a saving grace, put these people in they place
I hold a lot of hate, wish I say it to they face
I been a lot of place, but no place like New York
Just a little late, now my family all displaced
I need a saving grace, put these people in they place
I hold a lot of hate, wish I say it to they face
I been a lot of place, but no place like New York
Just a little late, now my family all displaced
Credits
Writer(s): Nkosi Bourne
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