Текст песни Interlude: Protect My Heart - ThaMonster

Protect my heart with positive vibes
But it won't pay my—
I seen a man die twice
The body and soul got sent up quick
My mother keep going online and showing my partners my family pics
My energy too damn loud for a low-key, low vibrational bitch
Protect my soul with all of y'all prayers, I miss being able to talk like this
Running right out of love, the hate been making me sick
The fakes been making me sick
The critics been making me tweak
On T, talk made me feel a way
I charge it to the game, don't think

Going through mad stages
Still I never wanna talk 'bout my part payments
Trauma made it so the book probably lack pages
Broke cages but still broke, needed acres
I was nine and—
Content won't do nothing for us, now, it's just passion
Telling stories in my albums, it feel like magic
On my granny, she passed, ain't know how it happened
Wishing that I'd reconnect 'fore the end was tragic
Thinking 'bout the past and it left me stranded
Win some, lose more, win more, tap in
Roll dice, gain more, test your luck, trash it
I don't ever fight cause I fight to kill
Shannon with the iron but I sharpen steel
I could stab you with a string of harp and quills
You won't live to listen to new Lauryn Hill
Bitch, I need my payments 'cause I'm royalty
Spoil me, accordingly, enjoy the fee
I got hella cowards that's avoiding me
I can't wait to fade him, he's a boy to me
Toe-to-toe, I advise you to run and screech
You might think you know me but you say the least—

They wanna know what I did too? (Look)
Why I gotta put my money in between two books?

I'm winning again, I'm killing again, had practice
Sinning again, repent on a mat for past things
We don't hit the same, even the bullets got accents
Give me your potential, even the fullest don't match it
Trimming the friends, I'm giving those niggas a last chance
I never needed one of the rappers that tried to pass me
Devilish grin, don't mess with the kin of my dad
Younger version of him, my own self at times, you rappers catfish (huh)
Giving opinions on music like I was asking
Hood pastor, good kid, but worse outcome
Protect me, can't die yet, I'm making albums
Affect me, that's more stories to make the plaques come
I don't wanna be Nelson, neither like Malcom
I wanna be the person I was when I was nine
From a place of violence, but still unaware
Never scared to utter threats for hits to sell

(They wanna know what I did too?) Huh?
Why I gotta put my money in between two books?

You not innovative, niggas need new crooks
Give a damn about the risks that your baby boo took
Slick Rick with the chains when I'm in my own hood
Popping my shit, I ain't throwing no subs
Tired of that shit, I ain't hitting no clubs
Still locking in when I cry, I don't budge
The pressure that I had would make your collarbones crush
Jealous ass rappers bout to blame it on us

Win some, lose more, win more, tap in
Roll dice, gain more, test your luck, trash it (ah)

(I'm not one of y'all!)