Formerly LEN - Life Saver Lyrics

Ayy, what's good Mike? I just wanted to check in
Listen, the music you're making is alright, man
I just, I just think you should accept that you not gonna make it
You know, give up while you still have time
No friends, people fake can’t trust ‘em
Treat you how they want, they expect you get accustomed
Only reach out when they ask for a favor
Give me one reason to be a life saver
No friends, people fake can’t trust ‘em
Treat you how they want, they expect you get accustomed
Only reach out when they ask for a favor
Give me one reason to be a life saver
Don’t come knocking boy you fucking with the wrong dude
Kick you in your teeth yeah I call it sole food
People goin’ crazy tryna find what we been on
They shootin’ like the warriors, where the fuck is Cleon?
Put your hand back, grab your handbag, scatter off
Where your man at, where his plan at, know he soft
Say I can’t rap, but I’ve had enough of that
Because we both know that I run it on the track
Ay, locked in like I’m focused
Plant a seed in your daughter, bitches swarming like some locusts
Confidence drippin' it’s like I know that I’m cooler
Take a day off I’m just chillin' like I’m Bueler
What a bitch expect, she want cards and some roses?
The only herbs she buying she done turn them into roaches
I only roll wads don’t got time for no dank
You be matching for a bud while I’m cashing at the bank
If I make it big I put myself in this position
But when all the lights on ya you lose your definition
Ay, this is my ambition
None of my friends would even call me a musician
Material raps, this don’t concern ya
You want a quick feat? Turn the jets and I burn ya
Please bring me someone who can step up to the G
I will never see an end so just call me L.E.
Don’t come knocking boy you fucking with the wrong dude
Kick you in your teeth yeah I call it sole food
People goin’ crazy tryna find what we been on
They shootin’ like the warriors, where the fuck is Cleon?
Put your hand back, grab your handbag, scatter off
Where your man at, where his plan at, know he soft
Say I can’t rap, but I’ve had enough of that
Because we both know that I run it on the track
Man, they all doubt me
I thought I had day ones around me
Thought I had something good with my music
How can I grow when I'm the only one who views it?
Yeah, and no one listens
I ain’t the reason that I got in this position
My fate is in the hands of the one that’s above me
I’ll never be happy if all I want is them to love me
No friends, people fake can’t trust ‘em
Treat you how they want, they expect you get accustomed
Only reach out when they ask for a favor
Give me one reason to be a life saver
No friends, people fake can’t trust ‘em
Treat you how they want, they expect you get accustomed
Only reach out when they ask for a favor
Give me one reason to be a life saver
Don’t come knocking boy you fucking with the wrong dude
Kick you in your teeth yeah I call it sole food
People goin’ crazy tryna find what we been on
They shootin’ like the warriors, where the fuck is Cleon?
Put your hand back, grab your handbag, scatter off
Where your man at, where his plan at, know he soft
Say I can’t rap, but I’ve had enough of that
Because we both know that I run it on the track

Ayy, what's good Mike? I just wanted to check in
Listen, the music you're making is alright, man
I just, I just think you should accept that you not gonna make it
You know, give up while you still have time
No friends, people fake can’t trust ‘em
Treat you how they want, they expect you get accustomed
Only reach out when they ask for a favor
Give me one reason to be a life saver
No friends, people fake can’t trust ‘em
Treat you how they want, they expect you get accustomed
Only reach out when they ask for a favor
Give me one reason to be a life saver
Don’t come knocking boy you fucking with the wrong dude
Kick you in your teeth yeah I call it sole food
People goin’ crazy tryna find what we been on
They shootin’ like the warriors, where the fuck is Cleon?
Put your hand back, grab your handbag, scatter off
Where your man at, where his plan at, know he soft
Say I can’t rap, but I’ve had enough of that
Because we both know that I run it on the track
Ay, locked in like I’m focused
Plant a seed in your daughter, bitches swarming like some locusts
Confidence drippin' it’s like I know that I’m cooler
Take a day off I’m just chillin' like I’m Bueler
What a bitch expect, she want cards and some roses?
The only herbs she buying she done turn them into roaches
I only roll wads don’t got time for no dank
You be matching for a bud while I’m cashing at the bank
If I make it big I put myself in this position
But when all the lights on ya you lose your definition
Ay, this is my ambition
None of my friends would even call me a musician
Material raps, this don’t concern ya
You want a quick feat? Turn the jets and I burn ya
Please bring me someone who can step up to the G
I will never see an end so just call me L.E.
Don’t come knocking boy you fucking with the wrong dude
Kick you in your teeth yeah I call it sole food
People goin’ crazy tryna find what we been on
They shootin’ like the warriors, where the fuck is Cleon?
Put your hand back, grab your handbag, scatter off
Where your man at, where his plan at, know he soft
Say I can’t rap, but I’ve had enough of that
Because we both know that I run it on the track
Man, they all doubt me
I thought I had day ones around me
Thought I had something good with my music
How can I grow when I'm the only one who views it?
Yeah, and no one listens
I ain’t the reason that I got in this position
My fate is in the hands of the one that’s above me
I’ll never be happy if all I want is them to love me
No friends, people fake can’t trust ‘em
Treat you how they want, they expect you get accustomed
Only reach out when they ask for a favor
Give me one reason to be a life saver
No friends, people fake can’t trust ‘em
Treat you how they want, they expect you get accustomed
Only reach out when they ask for a favor
Give me one reason to be a life saver
Don’t come knocking boy you fucking with the wrong dude
Kick you in your teeth yeah I call it sole food
People goin’ crazy tryna find what we been on
They shootin’ like the warriors, where the fuck is Cleon?
Put your hand back, grab your handbag, scatter off
Where your man at, where his plan at, know he soft
Say I can’t rap, but I’ve had enough of that
Because we both know that I run it on the track