"Pain From Paradise (Interlude)" lyrics

The sky don't look the same this evening
An end to [?]
Freddie

God loves quiet boys and you, you rap about what He turned His head away from
You the gospel for the grinders, the songs of the unsaved
You make redemption sound fly
Let's not front, now
You and me been locked in since them Gary days
When them plugs fronted your work, who made sure you ain't get caught?
When the label tried to play you, who gave you the strength to stay petty and patient at the same time?

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God don't do petty, He too busy forgivin' folks
You ever noticed how your realest bars come from the darkest nights?
You can't write pain from paradise, nigga
Heaven too quiet
No Wi-Fi, no opps, no hoes, just harps and hymns and shit
And niggas in sandals talkin' 'bout peace

Nigga, you'd lose your edge in a week
Stay down here with me, Gibbs
Down here, your flaws got flavor
Your sins sell tickets, your pain gets plaques
And every verse you spit with blood in it, that's a prayer answered my way
I been your A&R since the first time you sinned, lil' nigga
Don't get holy now

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