saudade samba ft. King $ly & Ghostie 8k Lyrics

Sweaty pits, hard work is a must

For my niggas doin dirt, till they turn into dust

Don't trust my moves with these bitch ass niggas

Runny nose from the tap, why it taste like liquor? ugh

Flint still ain't got the waters

Trump won the election putting fear into the daughters

But fuck it, we got a lot to do

I got a lot to prove

Write it drop it Gio Dr. Dre in 92'

Mix a little DOOM

King $ly coming soon

Don't fuck with witches, take the B out from the little broom

I feel amazing, you should try it Mr. Bad and Bitter

Glad he had a dad, but mad the man is not a father figure

Sweaty pits, hard work is a must

For my niggas doin dirt, till they turn into dust

Don't discuss my moves with them bitch ass niggas

Runny nose from the tap, why it taste like liquor? ugh

Sweaty pits, hard work is a must

For my niggas sellin packs, till they turn into dust

Don't discuss my moves with these bitch ass niggas

Runny nose from the tap, why it taste like liquor? ugh

If this a jail, please tell me how you wish me well

Swimming pool full of old lies that I didn't tell

Tryna get my phone call to God if I'm down in hell

Pray the rosemary don't die before I get to smell

Yeah, I been gone for a minute pen don't ballpoint the pad

I might type for the digits

I might cypher these lyrics

I'm not spiteful in spirit

But, but my spirit keep on fighting

And to the wave I'm Poseidon

I spit these lyrics no trident

Enlightened, and I'm like Zeus with the lightning

I need muse I'm a artist

Pardon the boost, I just on it

Yeah

Pardon the boost, I just on it

Sweaty pits, hard work is a must

For my niggas doin dirt, till they turn into dust

Don't discuss my moves with the bitch ass niggas

Runny nose from the tap, why it taste like liquor? ugh

Contemplate exaggerated conversations sweep the nation

From these racist fuckin' faces I ain't fuckin playing

I feel the pain from my brothers man

My skin white but we bleed like one another stop the frontin'

Sweat, tears and blood will drip down from my souls

Turn to gold

Feeling all the water burns in the cold

Don't try and say that you know me

The one you knew before has become the old me I ain't phony

I fight for the preservation of your mind

Feel the time slowly fade away and die

There's a cry of help

In every line that you hear, no it's something else

But don't be quick to judge when you ain't your fucking self

I fight for the preservation of your mind

Feel the time slowly fade away and die

There's a cry of help

In every line that you hear, no it's something else

But don't be quick to judge when you ain't your fucking self

I realize their tactics

Why my brothers dying and these companies feeding plastic

The world cold but it's always been

Selfish minds want the money they controlled by the sin

I talk truth

I never talk sweet

But some reason all of these hoes in love with me

You can't stop a force that's unstoppable

But you can do shit that might seems as impossible

I fight for the preservation of your mind

Feel the time slowly fade away and die

There's a cry of help

In every line that you hear, no it's something else

But don't be quick to judge when you ain't your fucking self

I fight for the preservation of your mind

Feel the time slowly fade away and die

There's a cry of help

In every line that you hear, no it's something else

But don't be quick to judge when you ain't your fucking self