Salt Shaker

Rise in the air like heat

I'm probably where it peak (uh-huh)

I'm probably where the top of the airline reach

I'm probably where that pilot prepared to be

Too high in the air, I'm probably rare to see

If y'all got a prayer then follow the prayer to me

Cause not to compare, but if God's in the air

Then he probably there with me (uh-huh)

My soul healing, I know the feeling of loss and prayers and grief (grief)

Like old buildings, I know the feeling of awkward stares at me (that's fucking stupid)

Hop in a quick whip

Got 'em all thinking robin is in it

I'm in the trenches, I'm making hits, still balancing bars like I'm a gymnast

She had a bad year, I got a thing with promising bitches

I'm gonna fix it (I'm gonna fix it)

I keep a bitch to the right of the wheel, she feel like the stick shift

Bro coming over, he come up with gas

He eat off the grass, it feel like a picnic

You might see him on the TV with 5-0 behind him like the olympics

Y'all run around with a posse of men and I only want bitches on me like I'm pinterest

She fucking his group of friends and my group of friends

Then back to his group of friends

We call her a cross-trainer, she not into fitness (uh-huh)

I tolerate her, I just had to flip her over to use her like a salt shaker

Homies ten years older lived through me, I'm just a teenager

Couldn't save the ho but I still left her as a screensaver (screensaver)

Bob and I weave through the bitch and the bitch bed

Coppin' a plea when I'm seen with the bitch friend

Humiliate piece, put her in a sundress

Make him do a push up, make him take a drug test

Mean face, looking at her like I'm funk flex

Be safe, fuck her with me, I'm a success

Cheat day, gotta feed the feds and up them keys

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Predate any moment of my success

We stay in the stu' until the Sun crept

Each day, fill the pages up with air time

Screenplay, I could write one in my spare time

Keep paid, all the homies and they see why

We made something outta nothing each time

Please stay back, I don't trust all them

Deepfake, might look like but it's not him

She had right look when she walked in

She knocked both doors and may offend

She had boyfriend, but she called him

He like my track and I dropped him

Don't get sidetracked you might fall in

He won't bite back, but he barking

It's like Iraq and I'm muslim

Off my flight back, I'm in customs

And I got a secret to tell the bitch

Yes I fucked a promoter, but it's the culture

This is how I'm welcomed in (brr!)

I got to praying to God wearing a cross hooked to a thin chain (uh-huh)

But it ain't really a cross, that is a t, it is my nickname

We gotta celebrate, couple drinks in me

I sing to a bitch like I'm rick james

Cups in the kitchen were dirty, so we took a mugshot like a inmate

Mama said: where did your girl go, thought you were good with her and you hit it off

I told her: I treat that ho like a stroller

I put my kids in her and I wheel her off

I tolerate her, I just had to flip her over to use her like a salt shaker

Homie's ten years older have lived through me, I'm just a teenager

Couldn't save the ho but I still left her as a screensaver