Saba - Nice For What Freestyle lyrics

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Saba - Nice For What Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Big Freedia] I wanna know who mothaf**in' representin' in here tonight Hold on, hold on [Pre-Chorus: Lauryn Hill] I keep lettin' you back in (you back in) How can I, explain myself? [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & Drake] Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me (Murda on the beat) [Verse: Saba] I'm about to change my lines, tell 'em adios Pivot gang down for life, Shawty Lo Ayy, run this sh** until I get a charlie horse Ayy, fe fe on the block she look like mardi gras Ayy, married to this sh** I mean that's common law Kinda raw plus I got that soul like a commodore Ayy, commandeer, I'm 'bout to take this sh** back Ayy, at yo' head you 'bout to get your wig snatched Ayy, what they do for cash look like fear factor Ayy, [but I ride 'round 'em surround 'em?] like I'm Cleopatra Rack it up, rack it up I just got paid at the show, this sh** addin' up Thinking of packin' up Like I could retire right now and they had enough I had my managers, I tell 'em we should go U.S. to Canada They hit me back like 'Saba consider' but then they calendar Shout out the an*lysts Shout out the critics who wait for the beat to drop Shout out TheNeedleDrop Don't care what you rate it 'cause I know that we on top If that's your mans then how he up and you ain't up? My dirty vans, I just clocked in I'm on this work I'm panoramic, see the bigger picture first I Ray J in the booth because I hit it first Just did another right now records give us merch Boy, all I drop is cla**ics in my city merch Can't lie, I'm pretty public for an introvert Didn't cry, I'm right back to it if it didn't work And I, look like I serve the block I know you heard the tide The greatest, I soon to occur to ya We never heard of ya Murda on the beat but I'm not a murderer I'm who you learn about History repeat and I feel it's like so many me's n***as talking we hear bits and piece And it look like dinner, it's a feast Middle finger to the CPD Yelling "free my n***as" 'till they free I don't wanna kick it in the street They can catch a boot like Tennessee Tell 'em paid in full like Eric B And I'm telling you to care for me