Anderson .Paak

Saviers Road

Here I go again

There I go fallin' to me knees right now

Tryna get it back on my feet right now

Choppin' up the weight I don't need

Maybe I could sell it to a fiend, right now

Ay, what'chu need?

An ounce, a quarter, a P

I would sell you faith but you niggas don't believe

Lord, forgive them for they do not know what they do

But God if you're listening

Yes, Lawd

I could still reach you

Ten P's in the rental truck

Trimmin' flowers in the Marriott with little cuz

Send 'em off to Arizona, let 'em build a buzz

Then get it back for triple the profit, help 'em split it up

Ten years, been a minute, I was somewhere between givin' up and doin' a sentence

God, if you existin', help my momma get acquitted

If they plottin', then help me see it before they get the drop on me

Probably coulda been a doctor, I'm fond of optometry

Vision was like Martin Luther on the mountain peak

Valley lows, I left home for more salary

Smuggled O's across border patrol, casually

Took notes and took control of it manually

Hand to hand 'til it's white sands in the canopy

Now follow me

I'm too old to act childishly

But every now and then I park the Beamer in the gallery

Show off the paint for spectators and the faculty

Same ol' niggas that said they proud of me

Same ol' niggas that probably doubted me