twenty eighteen.

Headphones in the Uber, I ain't tryna talk

Last year was a lot, I'm tryna walk it off

Don't need intervention, please don't get involved

Pray that my decisions send me back to God

Demons in my DM's, they all wanna talk

Trollin' in my mentions, gotta hit the block

People don't want friendship, they just want the sauce

Pray that their decisions send 'em back to God

Twenty fifteen, jumped in the game like it was Madden

Twenty sixteen, I found the team, I quarterbacked it

Twenty seventeen, they kicked it off, I ran it back

And in twenty eighteen, I'm just padding all my stats

I mean I'm passin' and I'm catchin' laterals, I'm Bo Jackson

Time is windin' down and they all know that once I snap it

I might take a knee like Kaepernick, your favorite pacifist

That whole stance is just a metaphor for how my passion is

Lazarus, just a lil' mattress where my casket is

My capillaries fill with stamina that never vanishes

I'm not a fan of Percocets or Xanaxes

Just an activist that don't drink activists

I use my scars and lacerations as a basic catalyst

To shape and motivate me to show you what the good data is

I just hit the mission, then I did the race

Say you gettin' riches, please elaborate

I can see you wildin' on the internet

Only God can judge, but do you wanna see Him litigate?

Really fake, love get no play around my real estate

Henny straight, that mean no mixer to dilute the taste

Of your fate, if you hate love, aka son of

Yahweh, Elmer Fudd, death is on the hunt

This gon' make my mama probably make us sing along

She gon' show it to her mom and they gon' stack they palms

Trump hear that track, then he say, why can't we get along?

This gon' make Obama's twenty eighteen favorite songs

I just watched the Dave Chappell and now I'm reading Psalms

I haven't been this savage since like 21

Headphones in the Uber, I ain't tryna talk

Last year was a lot, I'm tryna walk it off

Don't need intervention, please don't get involved

Pray that my decisions send me back to God

Demons in my DM's, they all wanna talk

Trollin' in my mentions, gotta hit the block

People don't want friendship, they just want the sauce

Pray that their decisions send 'em back to God