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s god - save room lyrics

[hook: s god]
live fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse
life’s short so i pour a f-ckin’ cup of the fourth
i know you plottin’ on me, i suggest you abort
separate your head and shoulders like a f-ckin’ divorce
only live once, ain’t no save room
made my own path, motherf-ck a main route
diamonds lookin’ like they comin’ out the wave pool
never play yourself, never let ’em play you
live fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse
life’s short so i pour a f-ckin’ cup of the fourth
i know you plottin’ on me, i suggest you abort
separate your head and shoulders like a f-ckin’ divorce
only live once, ain’t no save room
made my own path, motherf-ck a main route
diamonds lookin’ like they comin’ out the wave pool
never play yourself, never let ’em play you

[verse 1: s god]
they callin’ me morbid, my brain is distorted
f-ck out my way ’cause i’m too d-mn important
clothes are all custom, i get ’em imported
that f-ck sh-t you on, i just cannot support it
when did this sh-t get so soft, it disgusts me
say that you hate me but love to discuss me
i feel like a leper, ’cause no one can touch me
at the same time though, every b-tch wanna f-ck me
sick with the sh-t, leave ’em all in need of medicine
mvp check the writing on the letterman
general sh-t lil b-tch i’m a veteran
now they wanna be inside my circle, i won’t let ’em in
simmer down, simmer down, b-tch i’m a winner now
see me causing havoc with the sh-t i’ve written down
flow ’bout as cold as a motherf-ckin’ winter howl
wave so big, it ain’t no one that could swim around
this sh-t
talk down, get your motherf-ckin’ wig split
get your head, arms, neck, and ribs hit
price of my shoes like the weight of a big b-tch
f-ckin’ on a hoe with the thick hips
drop a —— pop ——
never gotta chose, i can have it all
plague mask on lurkin’ in the shadows
now they wanna hang like the f-ckin’ gallows

[verse 2: s god]
dark pope b-tch, better bow down
i am not just someone in the crowd now
devil h-rns on me so i stand out
lazy motherf-ckers waitin’ by me with they hands out
i ain’t givin’ nothin’
i ain’t givin’ sh-t
i don’t f-ck with fake so i don’t f-ck with you b-tch
b-tch i’m boutta blow, just a matter of time
using everyone above me as a ladder to climb
ridin’ in the foreign, duckin’, swearvin’ on the ops
seen the way they act so it’s motherf-ck a cop
b-tch i’m always writing, working, never gonna stop
b-tch i’m cookin’ up, bag it, serve it on the block
roll it up tight b-tch you know i burn a lot
hands off the merch b-tch you know i’m worth a lot
talkin’ big sh-t ’till i put ’em on the spot
sayin’ that he ’bout it ’till i’m pullin’ out my glock

- s god lyrics

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