twenty eighteen.

Headphones in the Uber I aint tryna talk
Last year was a lot Im tryin to walk it off
Dont need interventions please dont get involved
Pray that my decisions lead me back to god
Demons in my DMs they all wanna talk
Trollin in my mentions gotta get the block
People dont 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 Im just paddin all my stats
I mean Im passin and Im catchin laterals Im Bo Jackson
Time is windin down and they all know that once I snap it
Im take a knee like Kaepernick your favorite pacifist
That whole stands as 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
Im not a fan of Percocets or Xanaxs
Just an activist that dont 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
Only god can judge but do you want to see him mitigate
Clearly fake love get no play around my real estate
And he straight that mean no mixin to the Luther taste
Of your fate if you hate love aka son of Yahweh
Elmer fudd deathis on the hunt
This gon make my momma Polly 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 cant we get along
This gon make Obamas 2018 favorite songs
I just watched the Dave Chappelle and now Im readin psalms
I havent been this savage since like 21
Headphones in the Uber I aint tryna talk
Last year was a lot Im tryin to walk it off
Dont need interventions please dont get involved
Pray that my decisions lead me back to god
Demons in my DMs they all wanna talk
Trollin in my mentions gotta get the block
People dont want friendship they just want the sauce
Pray that their decisions take em back to god