"Salvation" lyrics

Yo, uh, yo, uh
I been covering every area
The world getting more scarier
The love don't outweigh the hate, it's like a barrier
Hating they biting at your legs like a terrier
They showing more love in Canada, but this America
We already black, they feel as though we don't fit
I could get rich off pounds, cheaper stuff than Marbury kicks
And pull up all the same stats
They been acting like the Hall of Fame pack
When it's me spitting the Hall of Fame raps
And it ain't just Ross buying up all of the Maybachs
I ran up my first Emmys payback, like take that
I could've took it, but they didn't take that
I was young broke in my wave cap
Now I'm rich with straight backs
It's clear that we wasn't cut from the same batch
I done hit more home runs than a wooly mage back
No switch, uh, we gon' make them bring the gags back
And tell them free max, cause I'm bout to bring the waves back, like way back
The one my pops used to push the veg like
Bigger Roll Lynx rocking his buffalo braids hat

Make it count back, it's going down like that

I'm one of the nigga that saved rap

Now they can't even debate that
I fell on both eras, the digi and aid that
Before it was aid snatch, just nickels and trade bags
When nigga wouldn't take that
They was spinning like race tracks
Was taught, less is more, so I figured I'd say that
Till I get all my back paid, now the mission is paid back
Some nigga wouldn't march through center parade back
Whoever played dead, shit ain't a charades act
I got the kind of pen that'll make a grenade hatch
Experimental cutting, some nigga had great crack
Thought it was Ajax, we wanted to play jacks
Turning to Ajax, round ten had eight jacks
Can't make racks and make nigga take scraps
Can't take naps, till we keep our shape tack
I seen a lot of tears on corners, face tacks
Nigga try and fuck up the game like lace packs

We them three time predicates, wildlife degenerates
From selling nicks, now we all flying United Emirates
Nemesis, represent from Genesis to Exodus, so effortless
Meaning I'm barely breaking a sweat for this
NY brims, low jeans and Cuban necklaces
Stepping in the freshest kicks, weapons in the leather zip
Sister on my side, fly Harrison, blessed with her measurements
Defining elegance in a leopard print
So official, sold it for triple, this is more than rap
Play calling, throwing up bombs, more than a quarterback
Coke lines, making them lean fiends be crawling back
She fuck you and suck you good, well guess who taught her that
Forward ain't no falling back, call me if you talking stacks
Boss rap for really, this is all facts and all caps
Still pushing crack, this the blue tops and tall caps
They don't want the smoke, but they still catch the contact