Interlude: Protect My Heart

[Intro]
Protect my heart with positive vibes, but it won't pay my—
I seen a man die twice, the body and soul got sent up quick
My mother keep goin' online and showin' my partners my childhood pics
My energy too damn loud for a low-key, low-vibrational bitch
Protect my soul with all of y'all prayers, I miss bein' able to talk like this
Runnin' right out of love, the hate been makin' me sick
The fakes been makin' me sick, the critics been makin' me tweak
On T, talk made me feel a way, I charge it to the game, don't think

[Verse 1]
Goin' through mad stages (Goin' through mad stages)
Still, I never wanna talk 'bout my part payments (Talk—, uh-uh)
Trauma made it so the book probably lack pages
Broke cages but still broke, needed acres (Need, uh)
I was nine and—
Content won't do nothin' for us, now, it's just passion
Tellin' stories in my albums, it feel like magic
On my granny, she passed, ain't know how it happened
Wishin' that I'd reconnect 'fore the end was tragic
Thinkin' 'bout the past and it left me stranded
Win some, lose more, win more, tap in
Roll dice, gain more, test your luck, trash it
I don't ever fight 'cause I fight to kill
Shannon with the iron, but I sharpen steel
I could stab you with a string of harp and quills
You won't live to listen to new Lauryn Hill
Bitch, I need my payments 'cause I'm royalty
Spoil me, accordingly, enjoy the fee
I got hella cowards that's avoidin' me
I can't wait to fade him, he's a boy to me
Toe-to-toe, I'll advise you to run and screech
You might think you know me, but you say the lea—

[Refrain]
They wanna know what I did, too? (Look)
Why I gotta put my money in between two books?

[Verse 2]
I'm winnin' again, I'm killin' again, had practice
Sinnin' again, repent on a mat for past things
We don't hit the same, even the bullets got accents
Give me your potential, even the fullest don't match it
Trimmin' his friends, I'm givin' those niggas a last chance
I never needed one of the rappers that tried to pass me
Devilish grin, don't mess with the kin of my dad
Younger version of him, my own self at times, you rappers catfish (Huh)
Givin' opinions on music like I was askin'
Hood pastor, good kid, but worse outcome
Protect me, can't die yet, I'm makin' albums
Affect me, that's more stories to make the plaques come
I don't wanna be Nelson, neither like Malcom
I wanna be the person I was when I was nine
From a place of violence, but still unaware
Never scared to utter threats for hits to sell

[Refrain]
They wanna know what I did too, huh?
Why I gotta put my money in between two books?

[Verse 3]
You not innovative, niggas need new crooks
Give a damn about the risks that your baby boo took
Slick Rick with the chains when I'm in my own hood
Poppin' my shit, I ain't throwin' no subs
Tired of that shit, I ain't hittin' no clubs
Still lockin' in when I cry, I don't budge
The pressure that I had would make your collarbones crush
Jealous-ass rappers 'bout to blame it on us

[Outro]
Win some, lose more, win more, tap in
Roll dice, gain more, test your luck, trash it (Uh-uh), fah
Fuck they talkin' big for? [?] shit, stop talkin' to me
Like, I'm not one of y'all, I'm not one of y'all