Save Me - Young Roddy

It is what it is though

It is what it is though

It is what it is though

It is what it is though

Count it once the devil count it

Stashbox, they’ll never find it

Flyer than a helicopter

Crib smell like marijuana

Designer belt, it’s Ferragamo

Way too fresh, we’re from the bottom

Sippin' Henny out the bottle

Smart but never been to college

Was busy playing cops and robbers

Posted up like Dennis Rodman

She way too nasty on the molly

Us ghetto kids got lack of guidance

South side is hella grimy

This more than music, more than rhyming

Cool kid, not with no drama

But not no stranger to the violence

Moving forward, never backwards

My boujee bitch, she smoking backwoods

Me weed be sticky like a cactus

Pistols tote up in my khakis

Sipping lean, a crazy habit

Fuck her good, she call me daddy

Cookin' up, it’s like it’s magic

Cookin' up, it’s like it’s magic

It is what it is though, yeah

It is what it is though, yeah

It is what it is though, yeah

It is what it is though, yeah

Serve trays like a waiter (waiter)

Mary jane keep me faded (faded)

The game cold, I need a blanket (blanket)

Eyes low like I’m Asian (Asian)

Self made, fuck a favor

The preacher man couldn’t even save me

The preacher man couldn’t even save me

So fuck a favor (fuck a favor)