[Intro: Jordan Cortez and Sampha]
Yeah (You give me life)
Woo (You give me)
[Verse 1: Jordan Cortez]
Pieces of hail kissing the Michelin windshield
A three hour drive from my hometown to Wentzville
Don’t talk to me like I don’t know how car notes or rent feels
I had to wing being this hot, my tongue never sipped milk
As if I wasn’t blocked enough, you wanna be friends still?
Nineteen new Insta reels? They might give you Systrom’s deal
I’m hardheaded, I wanna iron-work ‘til my city built
Ironic, since I ain’t outside throwing dirt or sitting still
The process is so surreal
You downg-
Mm, on another note, I’ll savе my breath
On a half step, my walk with God might actually take a stеp
He like a bad ref, by His stripes I’ll never lose again
That part when people who dipped on you drown in that same pool they swim
Fortunately, my truest win is to forgive
From suicide attempts to boarding with the hooligans
To Oakland, fresh off that flight from Lennox
Pursuing life to live it, and not just to find a living
Or seeing just how sharp that knife is in your momma’s kitchen
‘Cause with each swiped card in LA, those women get heightened interest
But yours is back home, going every night without attention
I can only pray those cries have lifted
And stray far away from that rapper who just rhymed to fit in
Pride was talking, as a backsliding Christian, O had told me “boy, you kinda sinning”
Now I don’t need no Audemars Piguet to know my clock is ticking
‘Specially with no pot to piss in
Pushing P won’t get y’all streams no more, we used to stop and listen
Now we know your diamonds hit, your top is missing
What ways can I charge up on you that’s not for business?
Or merchandise sales, tour dates and psychophysics
‘Cause it hurt to watch Kanye lost without Donda, didn’t it?
Yeah (You give me life)
Woo (You give me)
[Verse 1: Jordan Cortez]
Pieces of hail kissing the Michelin windshield
A three hour drive from my hometown to Wentzville
Don’t talk to me like I don’t know how car notes or rent feels
I had to wing being this hot, my tongue never sipped milk
As if I wasn’t blocked enough, you wanna be friends still?
Nineteen new Insta reels? They might give you Systrom’s deal
I’m hardheaded, I wanna iron-work ‘til my city built
Ironic, since I ain’t outside throwing dirt or sitting still
The process is so surreal
You downg-
Mm, on another note, I’ll savе my breath
On a half step, my walk with God might actually take a stеp
He like a bad ref, by His stripes I’ll never lose again
That part when people who dipped on you drown in that same pool they swim
Fortunately, my truest win is to forgive
From suicide attempts to boarding with the hooligans
To Oakland, fresh off that flight from Lennox
Pursuing life to live it, and not just to find a living
Or seeing just how sharp that knife is in your momma’s kitchen
‘Cause with each swiped card in LA, those women get heightened interest
But yours is back home, going every night without attention
I can only pray those cries have lifted
And stray far away from that rapper who just rhymed to fit in
Pride was talking, as a backsliding Christian, O had told me “boy, you kinda sinning”
Now I don’t need no Audemars Piguet to know my clock is ticking
‘Specially with no pot to piss in
Pushing P won’t get y’all streams no more, we used to stop and listen
Now we know your diamonds hit, your top is missing
What ways can I charge up on you that’s not for business?
Or merchandise sales, tour dates and psychophysics
‘Cause it hurt to watch Kanye lost without Donda, didn’t it?
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