My Savages

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I be on the phone with Doe Boy, I be telling him
 He inspired me to go harder
 You know what I'm saying? Real talk
 Will-Will-Will-William
 My savages, my savages, my savages
 I'm always dressing fresher than a mannequin
 I grew up in a ruthless ass environment
 I'm on the phone with Yo, I ask him how the trial went
 Thirty-five racks is how my day was spent
 I gotta cock it back, that's how my day would get
 You got me thinking all these bitches artificial
 The way you acting
 You must don't respect a real nigga
 Roll some herb up, pour some syrup up
 They tried to infiltrate us and then betrayed us
 I told you way before what happened
 They was hating on us
 You know when we was jugging for it
 They was mad at us
 Ayy, this a letter for my dawgs
 How we let the money get between us?
 How we let these bitches get between us?
 How we let these niggas get between us?
 I got love for all my savages with itchy fingers
 I got love but it ain't like the love I got for India
 She held me down when I was broke
 I got her to infinity
 My lil' dawg caught a murder
 Gone for infinity
 Dumping ashes on your obituary
 I know you feeling me
 R.I.P. my granddad Quick
 He should have seen this shit
 Twenty thousand on some child support
 I seen this shit
 Riding around with all them choppers
 I done seen this shit
 These rappers mad at me
 But these niggas ain't doing shit
 And I just bought a pound of kush
 So I can smoke that shit
 I went and spent a half a ticket
 At the dealership
 The fame is doing a lot of damage
 To my friendships
 If Esco didn't love me
 Would've been done jumped ship
 And it's the love from my fans got me still here
 
 Monster, ah
 Say I'm Illuminati
 They tryna make me catch a body
 I don't know when I'ma flip, nigga
 Get me some codeine and sip, nigga
 Big Bank saying wipe a nigga's nose
 My girl changed the lock on the doors
 Said fuck that shit, poured up a four
 Ain't falling in love with no hoe
 That what you want for me?
 That what you really expect?
 You thinking I'm sitting up depressed?
 I'm somewhere countin' up me a check
 I hate I had to fuck with any of you niggas
 That's my only regret
 Drag the mink on the floor
 Put Cuban links on my hoe
 Ten whips in a row
 Who would think we were poor?
 Who would think we was poor?
 There's money laying on the floor
 Got some hoes laying on some hoes
 Got lil' shawty with me, she a pro
 Know she'll never meet another nigga
 Not another nigga like me
 Even if he got a billion dollars
 He can't make her cum like me
 Who compliment you like me?
 It better be about an image
 Tell me all of this a gimmick
 They thought the whips got rented
 Because the Spur wasn't tinted
 I told 'em ain't got nothing to hide
 Told 'em I'm through with the pies
 Told 'em fuck all of my wrongs, I don't even write
 My savages, my savages, my savages
 We gon' leave a nigga stiffer than a mannequin
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 Free all my niggas incarcerated, you heard me?
 Loyal for life, you heard?
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 Freeband Gang
 We global now
 

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Duration
03:24
Key
5
Tempo
144 BPM

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