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letra de save my homies - c4 crotona

[intro]
right (uh, uh)
uh, yeah (yeah, yeah)
feel me (right)
shamir, what up? (shamir, what’s good)
just tryna tell ’em, yo (shamir on the track)
look

[verse 1]
remember when i couldn’t see straight
when satan opened the briefcase and deal was sweeter than cheesecake
i had to fasten my seatbelt, we hit the e-brakes
i wrote this down and spit it to jesus, he had the stinkface
it’s assessory prayers until my knees break
’cause the reaper ready to meet ya, i’m screamin’ “please wait”
i heard they puttin’ money on your head
and it’s goons and street sweepers ready to enter the sweepstakes
he thought he was the man with them heavy knots
swore he was like betty crock with bear ready rock
i wanna swing a machete, drop his hand inside of that smelly pot
puttin’ that venom out like he eddy brock
he can’t see what i’m sayin’, though, guess he fetty wap
rather share a peanut b-tter jelly wit’ a deadly opp
that sale’s a trail to h-ll, you don’t accept your pots
you flex around for the flames and they don’t ever stop
[chorus]
and now i’m seekin’ for a place that’s holy
so i can call upon the lord like “please, just save my homies”
pull ’em from the flames that’s burnin’ way below
i’m desperate, callin’ on the lord like “please, just save my bros”
she sippin’ on that liquor ’til it k!ll her liver
deep in depression, i’m like “lord, can you just save my sister?”
uh, i’m in the gap, i’m tryna take a stand, yeah
this is intercession, lord, can you just save my fam?

[verse 2]
yeah, i used to make that k!ll music
lil’ homie the rapper wit’ a jackhammer, he makin’ drill music
these rap cats make poppin’ pills music
but in front of the judge it’s just entertainment, it’s not for real music
the lord said “bring somethin’ real to it”
he sent his holy spirit to clean it up and put a seal to it
where i live, they actin’ real ruthless
latter clips like they real rufus, yeah
kiss the forehead of your pretty moms, it get really pretty
the princ-p-lities that roam inside my city strong
he weigh it on a dingy scale, caught a sh-ll
woke up and a round gettin’ taunted by the dizzy lawn
you tryna stretch your pockets and fill it with extra profit
i try to warn ’em, but at home they don’t respect the prophet
and i was pressed to stop it and put ’em in check
tell ’em how the wages of sin is death, you got the wreck deposit
[chorus]
and now i’m seekin’ for a place that’s holy
so i can call upon the lord like “please, just save my homies”
pull ’em from the flames that’s burnin’ way below
i’m desperate, callin’ on the lord like “please, just save my bros”
she sippin’ on that liquor ’til it k!ll her liver
deep in depression, i’m like “lord, can you just save my sister?”
uh, i’m in the gap, i’m tryna take a stand, yeah
this is intercession, lord, can you just save my fam?

[outro]
yeah
(bow, bow, bow) yeah
yeah

- c4 crotona

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