PRESERVE THE BRIDGE Lyrics

Aye

Cut the light out

All that talkin' shit for profit what you lie 'bout?

Cut 'em off like them niggas that you shy 'bout

I'm wavin' out them contracts, I'll give you sum' to cry 'bout on me

Save that petty shit for Players Book, I said that cap

For all them niggas that you wanted fuckin' up that gyat

They put that dick up in gaps and left a crumb up on that pus'

Every nigga they done tapped, they rollin' tongue on that bush my

Blood drippin' on my Nikes for the trauma

On my dead folk, big steppin' and I'm honest

Fuck the fabricate for all them letters you had on it

Give this dead case to the pleasure, let it tarnish, nigga die

Bubble Bass shit, burn it on a raft, make it cry

On my thrax shit, put it on yo ass, make it fly aye

And if I'm edgin' on the Lord, bitch I'm cryin'

On my momma, fuck yo presence, nigga die, nigga die

Aye

Turn them cameras off, yo competition is way above you

You had silent expectation, let them pictures hug you

Them portraits represent them layers, you had envy flood you

You swept that paper under them rugs, them bumps is sayin' fuck you

Place that silence through them walls, they'll collapse and let you know they stood their ground above yo' laws

You can't make no space for safety with no space between yo falls, and their patience through their faces giving all their graces raw

My idol don't want papers but my idol don't roll logs

You can't tell 'em through that vapor, you can't tell 'em through that bong

'Cause that glass gon' get involved, they can see it through them calls

They can see it through yo actions, they can see it through your wrongs

They could see my elevation through my presence

I paused all my blessings to adapt in yo presence

My balls gettin' hectic, I was ready to get out but my paws

They got swept up off the ground fo' I could run it

I'm all petty, bitch

Hoe, I farm them edges out to stay avoidant

Hoe, I lean on the edge, lean on them boys

Hoe, I fiend for that presence, fiend for them toys

Hoe, I mean for that message, mean for yo void, bitch

Hoe, I cream from them edges, dream of that noise

I can't breathe from that text, it's kneed like I'm-

Can't believe that I'm edgy, see it from yo poise

I'ma feed to yo precept, lemme see if you avoid it, bitch

Yuh, ring the rosie round the bull

Ring the rosie round the bullshit

Ring the rosie round the bullshit

Ring the rosie round the bull, wah

Sketch the body 'cause I'm big steppin'

Sketch the body 'cause I'm big steppin'

Leave that body, that's a big message

And all my niggas really eatin', that's a big blessin'

Huh

Momma said preserve them bridges that you come

If they fall and put you down inside them waters, let it run

If they fail to raise their daughters off their trauma, let 'em come

Let 'em step in their own path, let it die if niggas crunk, crunk

Oooooh, eat that ass fo' lunch, now I'm steppin' on my shit now

And all y'all niggas dumb if y'all gon' give it to the kid

Huh, huh, what?

Cut the light out

All that talkin' shit for profit what you lie 'bout?

Cut 'em off like them niggas that you shy 'bout

I'm wavin' out them contracts, I'll give you sum' to cry 'bout on me

Save that petty shit for Players Book, I said that cap

For all them niggas that you wanted fuckin' up that gyat

They put that dick up in gaps and left a crumb up on that pus'

Every nigga they done tapped, they rollin' tongue on that bush my

Blood drippin' on my Nikes for the trauma

On my dead folk, big steppin' and I'm honest

Fuck the fabricate for all them letters you had on it

Give this dead case to the pleasure, let it tarnish, nigga die,

Bubble Bass shit, burn it on a raft, make it cry

On my thrax shit, put it on yo ass, make it fly aye

And if I'm edgin' on the Lord, bitch I'm cryin'

On my momma, fuck yo presence, nigga die, nigga die