Indian Giver

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4th Street, Waterboy, Benny

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We all gods gifts but he's an Indian giver
So in the end what's it matter if you saint or you sinner
Never try to fit in cause that shits for beginners
If rather stand out be myself that's the way of the winner
Rather stand out be myself and glow on all you niggas
Rather stand out be myself and go get all these figures
Is it a gift or a curse
the death or rebirth
Is it a gift or a curse
the death or rebirth
When your stars align but you die at 25
Or a lifetime of 9-5 which would be worse
Cause it's hard to persevere when your dreams are perverse
You gotta do something to earn what you think you deserve
Calm my nerves
Go head and spit this verse
Praying the day I'm in Hearst
Ain't the first day that I take to church
fine line between who prays for and preys on you
some of em ain't made for what they said they gonna do
Wickedness in the morality
Morality in the wickedness
Affiliation nuetrality, split the difference
Sins and virtues, divide the dividends
Saints do their dirt leave church sin again Sinners do their dirt hit church repent again
Every saint is a sinner every Sinners a saint
Cause money count the same
And that cash in the plate
house wins laughing all the way to the bank
We all god's gift but he's an Indian Giver
So in the end what's it matter if you're saint or you're sinner
Never, tried to fit in 'cause that shit's for beginners
I'd rather stand out be myself, that's the way of the winner
Rather stand out, be myself
You can judge me where I stand
Rather stand out, be myself
Because I'm the fuckin man
Is it a gift or a curse, death or rebirth
Is it a gift or a curse, is it death or rebirth
Been waiting on a moment just to pull the trigger
Seize the moment getting bigger
Chattering your bones I know you feel the shivers
Icy
There ain't nothin' like me
You see that I'm unique, say it loosely
Don't remind me
You've been lookin' but you couldn't find me
Out here leading people that aren't walkin' around blind, see
Undisputed from the get
I'm a vet
King Kong how I'm beatin' on my chest
Better bet upon the better man that's never tracing his steps
Rather listen to his instincts for the bounds that he leapt
While everybody slept, I kept with the reps
Shed my blood, sweat, and wept making sure I came correct
And if I did, you would assume that I meant that
The bottom of my heart's where it rests at
Bet that if I didn't then I sat back, reflected
All of my thoughts projected
Things that I shouldn't mention
I just never pressed for attention, and not a fan of backlash
Sometimes I'm forced to look past that
Or even attempting this shit as half ass as rappers
Leave 'em resting at half mast
Put the pedal to the floor or get swept away by the car crash
Too slow
Moving lanes like it's Twisted Metal
Pushing pedals
I'm the truth and you fear it
Y'all fake, the real ones are calling me Geppetto

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