[Eckhart Tolle]
If you derive your sense of identity from being a victim
Let´s say, bad things were done to you when you were a child

And you develop a sense of self that is based on the bad things that happened to you

[Baby Keem]
You ever seen your mama strung out while you studied division?
Your uncle ever stole from you, day after Christmas?
Seen both of those on the county jail´s visits
The first and the fifteenth, the only religion
Noodles in the microwave, shark tank tidal wave
Grandma shootin´ niggas, blood on the highway
Crosses on the dashboard, you just want a platform
I wanna take everything that I ask for
Catch me a body, I´ll put that on anybody but my mama
She showin´ a pattern for certain

I think it´s white panties and minimal condoms
My uncle would tell me the shit in the movies, could only be magic
This year, I did forty-three shows and took it all home to buy him a casket
Jack of all trades, got money out the way, put my heart in the faith, I´m good, love
Cousin in the courts, heard he jumped out the porch
Turn a brick to a Porsche, I´m good, love
Catch us, you know I´m gon´ rack up
I need the advance and the equity to match up
The engineer dead if the drive don´t back up
These words come of God, you could never outrap us
Nowadays gotta walk cautious, ayy
Nowadays, I´m a new prophet, ayy
Game dead, no autopsy,  ayy

City girl with they new hobby, ayy
Catch a body, put the product in the ta-da
Nigga ´boutta get some pussy, give me five
Gun dirty, got the thirty in the purse, purse
Tight bitch, put a perky in her salad
I gotta pay for the basic
I never seen my niggas bust down faces
Some niggas not tasteless
I only had one chance, I ain´t even waste it
Been down on my luck
Been down on my luck when I fa-a-all
I gotta get up
I gotta get back up and ba-a-all
RIP, under my people, I´m proud of my people, I´m proud of my dawgs
My ex got a beamer, she want me to see it
I still ain´t gon´ see it, like, okay
I love when they ratchet, I don´t do her Patek

I still do the watches the old way
She think I´m conceited, I´m thinkin´ ´bout cheatin´
I don´t do the flowers or roleplay
Now, how can I fold lookin´ at twenty million
This money don´t come with a probay
Mama, I said it´d be okay

[ Baby Keem]
I got this shit brackin´ in four days
Four eyes, four eyes, two eyes
Switch sides, nigga be fresh, I´ll
Suicide doors, I suicide, suicide
Lambo body, who gon´ stop me?
Baby Keem is too, "Wow"
Function at the tempo
Jesus pieces in the luau
Mr. Morale