Indian Giver

We all gods gifts but he's an Indian giver So in the end what's it matter if you saint or you sinner Never try to fit in cause that shits for beginners If rather stand out be myself that's the way of the winner Rather stand out be myself and glow on all you niggas Rather stand out be myself and go get all these figures Is it a gift or a curse the death or rebirth Is it a gift or a curse the death or rebirth When your stars align but you die at 25 Or a lifetime of 9-5 which would be worse Cause it's hard to persevere when your dreams are perverse You gotta do something to earn what you think you deserve Calm my nerves Go head and spit this verse Praying the day I'm in Hearst Ain't the first day that I take to church fine line between who prays for and preys on you some of em ain't made for what they said they gonna do Wickedness in the morality Morality in the wickedness Affiliation nuetrality, split the difference Sins and virtues, divide the dividends Saints do their dirt leave church sin again Sinners do their dirt hit church repent again Every saint is a sinner every Sinners a saint Cause money count the same And that cash in the plate house wins laughing all the way to the bank We all god's gift but he's an Indian Giver So in the end what's it matter if you're saint or you're sinner Never, tried to fit in 'cause that shit's for beginners I'd rather stand out be myself, that's the way of the winner Rather stand out, be myself You can judge me where I stand Rather stand out, be myself Because I'm the fuckin man Is it a gift or a curse, death or rebirth Is it a gift or a curse, is it death or rebirth Been waiting on a moment just to pull the trigger Seize the moment getting bigger Chattering your bones I know you feel the shivers Icy There ain't nothin' like me You see that I'm unique, say it loosely Don't remind me You've been lookin' but you couldn't find me Out here leading people that aren't walkin' around blind, see Undisputed from the get I'm a vet King Kong how I'm beatin' on my chest Better bet upon the better man that's never tracing his steps Rather listen to his instincts for the bounds that he leapt While everybody slept, I kept with the reps Shed my blood, sweat, and wept making sure I came correct And if I did, you would assume that I meant that The bottom of my heart's where it rests at Bet that if I didn't then I sat back, reflected All of my thoughts projected Things that I shouldn't mention I just never pressed for attention, and not a fan of backlash Sometimes I'm forced to look past that Or even attempting this shit as half ass as rappers Leave 'em resting at half mast Put the pedal to the floor or get swept away by the car crash Too slow Moving lanes like it's Twisted Metal Pushing pedals I'm the truth and you fear it Y'all fake, the real ones are calling me Geppetto