SAVE MYSELF
[Hook] Backstabbers in the cut, I keep a blade‑proof heart, Money on the counter, paranoia in the dark, Trap‑house prayers: count twice, play smart, Love don’t mix with the work—keep it far from the art. [Verse 1] Seen smiles turn subpoenas, handshakes like a snake, Keys under the mat, found loyalty was fake, Phone on airplane, routes mapped in my head, Numbers on the scale, bigger dreams underfed. Grandma said, “Watch friends closer than the opps,” They toast to your wins while they plotting on your spots. City is a chessboard, bishops in patrol cars, Checkmate on the corner while I’m aiming past the stars. Rent due Friday, thunder in the ceiling, Water‑drip metronome to the hunger I’m feeling. Turn pain into hustle, silence into game, Never say the names—just memorize the lanes. [Verse 2] Backdoor whispers floating up through the vents, Clout got ’em crashing like they riding with no brakes bent. Paper got creases, story got dents, Trust is a luxury—I spend it in cents. Circle small—one table, four chairs, Laces double‑knotted so I never trip on stares. Court dates circled, blessings in the margins, Section‑8 roses grow through the hardens. Kept my head low while the landlord made rounds, Kept my soul loud though I barely made sounds. Game taught scars—I wear ’em like medals, Still pedal hope while the block press pedals. [Hook] Backstabbers in the cut, I keep a blade‑proof heart, Money on the counter, paranoia in the dark, Trap‑house prayers: count twice, play smart, Love don’t mix with the work—keep it far from the art. [Outro] Backstabbers fade when the light gets bright, I move by codes, not hype, not likes, Trap taught math: subtract dead weight, Multiply peace, then divide every fake.
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[Hook] Backstabbers in the cut, I keep a blade‑proof heart, Money on the counter, paranoia in the dark, Trap‑house prayers: count twice, play smart, Love don’t mix with the work—keep it far from the art. [Verse 1] Seen smiles turn subpoenas, handshakes like a snake, Keys under the mat, found loyalty was fake, Phone on airplane, routes mapped in my head, Numbers on the scale, bigger dreams underfed. Grandma said, “Watch friends closer than the opps,” They toast to your wins while they plotting on your spots. City is a chessboard, bishops in patrol cars, Checkmate on the corner while I’m aiming past the stars. Rent due Friday, thunder in the ceiling, Water‑drip metronome to the hunger I’m feeling. Turn pain into hustle, silence into game, Never say the names—just memorize the lanes. [Verse 2] Backdoor whispers floating up through the vents, Clout got ’em crashing like they riding with no brakes bent. Paper got creases, story got dents, Trust is a luxury—I spend it in cents. Circle small—one table, four chairs, Laces double‑knotted so I never trip on stares. Court dates circled, blessings in the margins, Section‑8 roses grow through the hardens. Kept my head low while the landlord made rounds, Kept my soul loud though I barely made sounds. Game taught scars—I wear ’em like medals, Still pedal hope while the block press pedals. [Hook] Backstabbers in the cut, I keep a blade‑proof heart, Money on the counter, paranoia in the dark, Trap‑house prayers: count twice, play smart, Love don’t mix with the work—keep it far from the art. [Outro] Backstabbers fade when the light gets bright, I move by codes, not hype, not likes, Trap taught math: subtract dead weight, Multiply peace, then divide every fake.
Respect 🤜🤛