Lord Save Me 2 Lyrics

Where the fuck was you at when a nigga was down bad on his back

I got me some money right now I spend it downtown and no you not gettin nun ba

Uh, we made it, we here

I'm still sippin' on that lean

I still ain't drinkin' no beer

I'm still coppin' all that ice

That shit still giving yall the chills

That bitch left me, but I'm up

Starting to think that love ain't real

Where the fuck was you at when I was on my back

I got me some money right now, and I spend it downtown and I won't go back

Remember when that bitch was callin' me dusty

Now she all on my sack

And these niggas still hatin' for that clout

I swear to God, you're not all that

Still rockin' designer, still rockin' Balenciaga

Yall can bring in the racks

Still on that paper chasing vibe

That's all on my mind and I swear to God, that's all facts

Told my mom, I was gon ride in the cat

Now look at me, doggin' the scat

Told my dad, he was gon' be ridin' the vette

And I bought somethin' better than that

I asked the Lord to save me

He saved me, and look at me, I'm all at the top

Younger me wasn't worried about this

He was still out chasin' them bops

And he was still runnin' from cops

He wasn't really worried about the opps

Now I be buyin' everything in the store

Don't give a fuck what that shit cost

Still throwin' the money in the club

That shit make it rain

And it's still shit runnin' my brain

That shit don't function the same

Fuck the major, and fuck all the pain

Fuck the bitches, and fuck all the fame

I still want the money and the freedom

Still play this life shit like a game

Uh, we made it, we here

I'm still sippin' on that lean

I still ain't drinkin' no beer

I'm still coppin' all that ice

That shit still giving yall the chills

That bitch left me, but I'm up

Starting to think that love ain't real

Where the fuck was you at when I was on my back

I got me some money right now, and I spend it downtown and I won't go back

Remember when that bitch was callin' me dusty

Now she all on my sack

And these niggas still hatin' for that clout

I swear to God, you're not all that

Still rockin' designer, still rockin' Balenciaga

Yall can bring in the racks

Still on that paper chasing vibe

That's all on my mind and I swear to God, that's all facts

Told my mom, I was gon ride in the cat

Now look at me, doggin' the scat

Told my dad, he was gon' be ridin' the vette

And I bought somethin' better than that