Emanuel X - Savanna

Riding around with my top
Open I am not joking
Ever since you left out the city and
Went back home a nigga heartbroken
If I'm keeping this shit a grip
My lips been sealed I have not spoken
To you in the fashion that I want might
Peel the blunt and just start smoking
And I don't even
Ever get high
People bring you up in conversations
And I can't speak I just get shy
I brought that shit all upon myself and
I know that you can probably guess why
For fucking around I'm notorious just
Like my favorite rapper out of Bed-Stuy
I prayed for your mother when
She was up in the hospital
I ain't think living on the other
Side of the globe was an obstacle
Now everything
Hostile though
Might be the cause for
My monster flow
My choices ain't
Solvable
Not responsible plus
You've got to grow
You remember that you were my tough cookie
And it was my job to soften you up
And I said that you would need a glass of milk
To get dipped in for that and I'd be your cup
Well I fucked up
Not my intent
Cursing me out
In your accent
Us falling off is
Never what I meant
I'd do anything to have
You back in that tent

When the fuck am
I going to make it
My brother suffers from autism and
To this day my nigga I just can't take it
On everything I love I try to give him the world
But I been with girls I been distracted
Sometimes I think I use women as a cloak to
Hide from the fact that my dreams ain't enacted
Uh
I'm tired of my mom
Always getting sick
And I forget to check on her cause
I'm busy making sure that all my hoes getting dick
I want to hit a lick
Cause I dropped out of college twice to
Pursue music and still ain't pop
Window browse at the Rolex store
Too many times and still ain't shop
What's the line between
Patience and failure
I don't even know
How I could tell you
Too focused on
Female genitalia
My one flaw if you
Let Jenny tell you
Bump my songs and
I'm going to never fail you
If you're rocking with me
Then say hell yeah
Cause some want me
Dead or in a cell yeah
But I know God
Made us to excel yeah
Ask Him for guidance cause my
Half sisters keep reaching out
Daughters from my dads affairs make
It hard to get what he's preaching about
Even out
Sprinkle Jesus
Where the evil sprout
Keep your clout and
What you hear about
Cause he who's the greatest
Begins as the one that the people doubt

A good girl
Is all I need
Can't find a dime in Philly
That ain't fuck Joel Embiid
That's no knock to you nigga
Do your thing brodie I ain't hating
But fucking dimes and not making
Millions make me hate dating
Uh
Honestly make
Me hate waiting
Want to pop
So I get caking
Cause I'm dealing with women now
That used to deal with doctors man
That tell me they love me more
Because I'm more confident
Shit fucks me up cause money
Don't even equate to effort
And I got more heart than niggas
Which is the hardest trait to measure
Models say we look
Great together
Strippers want
Me to stay forever
I want to but can't help worry
Who she think is my successor
I want to date every single girl
That dance in Vanity Grand
Then take her back to her casa and fuck
Her bent over on top of her vanity stand
I'm just
A man
These are the thoughts that always
Tend to keep me up at night
She tell me pray more and walk
By faith and not by sight

Written by:
Emanuel Gamboa

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