Savior - Intellectual

(Jaxon O’Dell)

Tre Fixx

Xerost8 Music

(Tre Fixx)

I ain’t your savior, no

Like a glimmer of hope, I swoop in

You can’t carry the weight, I’m pushing 210

Only 15 pounds to lose, I better get moving

Cause them hoes’ll be like damn homie, you too thin

Pencil-pushing propaganda with pots and pans, you poppin Xanax

Mindful attitude, you should watch your manners

Showing gratitude, this dropout re-enrolled

Trying to set a positive example for me and my kinfolk

Organizing pork and pies, constructing beef

Warrior 4 Life, so 49ers, y’all can fuck with me

Colin Kaepernick, I have to spit, it’s a legal order

Sideline story teller like a league reporter

I’m setting this bitch off stiff, call it rigamortis

This rap game’s full of hoes, picking corners

Corner pocket, 8Ball and a store deposit

Spend a quarter just trying to score a corner office

Sure, you got it pop pop poppin like a twelve pack

Got more stamps of approval than a mail bag

But I’m out my shell, stagnant and I don’t feel bad

Seeing you buy all that equipment you’ll have to sell back, bruh

Got it crackin like the Mailman, Karl Malone

Or Karl from Workaholics cause my van is my home

I’m just changing job titles, switching positions

My mission is to triple my kitchen, get these people to listen, like

Say what you want to say, I’m putting it down

Till I step down in my grave and got one foot in the ground

Protect your neck in my place, I’m coming straight for the crown

Ain’t no one saving you now, ain’t no one saving you now, it’s too late

My pharmacy be Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Blowing smoke like R-V-D, you don’t want no parts of me

It’s time y’all start singing praise like Gospel and R&B

Reality is actually me, no scripted drama, no Cardi B

Cause I’m a be who I want to be, save hoes an mp3

I’ll accept less pay for a championship, playoffs MVP

So who am I? KD, nah, Tre D, I just changed the suffix

I’ma slay beats like I slay beasts, Kyd N Tre the new D-X, tell ‘em to suck it

I don’t dress to impress, stay in a pair of Dickies like Two Daves

Rarely drink, catch me with the water, boy like Bobby Boucheau

And I don’t smoke, had me paranoid I was in Combat like Liu Kang

Smoke got me in that mansion like Scarface, feeling just like Bruce Wayne

I’m coming for the crown on your head, make a sound and you dead

Call me Scrooge McDuck cause I drown in the bread

I don’t search on social media to scrounge up what you said

I spit bullets like an M134, there you go just spin in your web and

Say what you want to say, I’m putting it down

Till I step down in my grave and got one foot in the ground

Protect your neck in my place, I’m coming straight for the crown

Ain’t no one saving you now, ain’t no one saving you now, it’s too late

Say what you want to say, I’m putting it down

Till I step down in my grave and got one foot in the ground

Protect your neck in my place, I’m coming straight for the crown

Ain’t no one saving you now, ain’t no one saving you now, it’s too late

No, no, no

I’m not your savior

Savior, no