Lyrics Save Me - Young Roddy

Save Me

It is what it is though
It is what it is though
It is what it is though
It is what it is though
Count it once the devil count it
Stashbox, they’ll never find it
Flyer than a helicopter
Crib smell like marijuana
Designer belt, it’s Ferragamo
Way too fresh, we’re from the bottom
Sippin' Henny out the bottle
Smart but never been to college
Was busy playing cops and robbers
Posted up like Dennis Rodman
She way too nasty on the molly
Us ghetto kids got lack of guidance
South side is hella grimy
This more than music, more than rhyming
Cool kid, not with no drama
But not no stranger to the violence
Moving forward, never backwards
My boujee bitch, she smoking backwoods
Me weed be sticky like a cactus
Pistols tote up in my khakis
Sipping lean, a crazy habit
Fuck her good, she call me daddy
Cookin' up, it’s like it’s magic
Cookin' up, it’s like it’s magic
It is what it is though, yeah
It is what it is though, yeah
It is what it is though, yeah
It is what it is though, yeah
Serve trays like a waiter (waiter)
Mary jane keep me faded (faded)
The game cold, I need a blanket (blanket)
Eyes low like I’m Asian (Asian)
Self made, fuck a favor
The preacher man couldn’t even save me
The preacher man couldn’t even save me
So fuck a favor (fuck a favor)