Bible Pivot Gang

[Intro: Saba]
Hmm, yeah, yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah

[Verse 1: Saba]
Back inside my head, here come the loner, never chauffeured
But was driven, kept my instrument like I was Lisa Simpson
Luca Brasi with your handout
Doc Dre with my whereabouts
They waitin' for an album, me, I cannot take a fast route
Fuck what the hood like (Fuck what the hood like)
Grew up in the hood right, what does it look like?
Streetlights off with the cop lights
And that wealth startin’ to look a little lop-side
I just get strong, girl, I'm feelin' like Popeye
Grew up out West though, shoutout to the Southside
Gotta stay on point just like Hawkeye
Any day could be your final, what the hell do I know?
I just lost some homies (I just lost some homies)
Hunted down like primal, motherfuck your color
Black, white, or albino
Only goal get richer, Richie just like Lionel
Pineapple wild wood in the bag
Dollar chips, they used to cost half
Pour a little for the cemetery
Spend it all and hope to get it back