Future
My
I be on the phone with Doe BoyI be telling him, he inspired me to go harderKnow what I'm saying, real talkMy savages, my savages, my savagesI’m always dressing fresher than a mannequinI grew up in a ruthless ass environmentI’m on the phone with yo, I ask him how the trial went35 racks is how my day was spentI gotta cock it back, that’s how my day would getYou got me thinking all these bitches artificialThe way you acting you must don’t respect a real niggaRoll some herb up, pour some syrup upThey tried to infiltrate us and then betrayed usI told you way before what happened they was hating on usYou know when we was juuging for it they was mad at usAye, this a letter for my dogsHow we let the money get between usHow we let these bitches get between usHow we let these niggas get between usI got love for all my savages with itchy fingersI got love but it ain’t like the love I got for IndiaShe held me down when I was broke, I got her to infinityMy lil dog caught a murder, gone for infinityDumping ashes on your obituary, I know you feeling meRIP my GrandDad Quick, he should have seen this shitSongtexte20 thousand O’s of child support, I seen that shitRiding round with all them choppers, I done seen this shitThese rappers mad at me but these niggas ain’t doing shitAnd I just bought a pound of kush so I can smoke that shitI went and spent a half a ticket at the dealershipThe fame is doing a lot of damage to my friendshipsIf Esco didn’t love me would’ve been done jumped shipAnd it’s the love from my fans got me still hereMonster!Say I’m Illuminati, they tryna make me catch a bodyI don’t know when I'ma flip, niggaGet me some codeine and sip, niggaBig bank saying wipe a nigga’s nose, my girl changed the lock on the doorsBefore this shit pour up a fo', ain't falling in love with no hoThat what you want for me? That what you really expect?You thinking I’m sitting up depressed?I'm somewhere countin' up me a checkI hate I had to fuck with any of you niggas, that’s my only regretDrag the mink on the floorThe Cuban links on my hoTen whips in a row, who would think we were poor?Who would think we was poor?There’s money laying on the floorGot some hoes laying on some hoesGot a shawty with me, she a proNo she’ll never meet another nigga not another nigga like meEven if he got a billion dollars he can’t make her cum like meWho compliment you like me? It better be about an imageTell me all of this a gimmick, they thought the whips got rentedBecause the Spurs weren't tinted, I told em ain't got nothing to hideI told em I’ll do with the pies, told em fuck all of my roles, I don’t even writeMy savages, my savages, my savagesWe gone leave a nigga stiffer than a mannequinFree all my niggas incarcerated, you heard?Loyal for life, you heard?Free band gang! We global now
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