Tonart: F minor•
Verse 1
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I be on the phone with Doe Boy
I be telling him,
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he inspired me to go harder
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You know what I'm saying? Real talk
Verse 2
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My savages, my savages,
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my savages
I'm always dressing fresher
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I grew up in a ruthless ass environment
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I'm on the phone with Yo,
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I ask him how the trial went
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35 racks is how my day was spent
I gotta cock it back,
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that's how my day would get
You got me thinking all
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these bitches artificial
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The way you acting you must
don't respect a real nigga
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Fm
Roll some herb up, pour some syrup up
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They tried to infiltrate us
and then betrayed us
Fm
I told you way before what happened
they was hating on us
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You know when we was juugin' for
it they was mad at us
Fm
Ay, this a letter for my dogs
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How we let the money get between us
How we let these bitches get between us
Fm
How we let these niggas get between us
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I got love for all my
savages with itchy fingers
Fm
I got love but it ain't like
the love I got for India
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She held me down when I was broke,
I got her to infinity
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My lil dog caught a murder,
gone for infinity
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Dumping ashes on your obituary,
I know you feeling me
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RIP my granddad Quick,
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he should have seen this shit
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20 thousand on some child support,
I seen that shit
Fm
Riding round with all them choppers,
I done seen this shit
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These rappers mad at me but
these niggas ain't doing shit
Fm
And I just bought a pound of kush
so I can smoke that shit
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I went and spent a half a ticket
at the dealership
The fame is doing a lot of
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damage to my friendships
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If Escodidn't love me,
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would've been done jumped ship
And it's the love from my fans
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Verse 3
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Say I'm Illuminati,
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they tryna make me catch a body
Verse 4
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I don't know when I'ma flip, nigga
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Get me some codeine and sip, nigga
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Big bank saying wipe a nigga's nose,
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my girl changed the lock on the doors
Before this shit poured up a fo',
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ain't falling in love with no hoe
That what you want for me?
That what you really expect?
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You thinking I'm sitting up depressed?
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I'm somewhere countin' up me a check
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I hate I had to fuck with any of you niggas,
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that's my only regret
Drag the mink on the floor
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The Cuban links on my hoe
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who would think we were poor?
Who would think we was poor?
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There's money laying on the floor
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Got some hoes laying on some hoes
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Got a shawty with me, she a pro
No she'll never meet another nigga
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not another nigga like me
Even if he got a billion dollars he can't
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make her cum like me
Who compliment you like me? It
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better be about an image
Tell me all of this a gimmick,
they thought the whips got rented
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Because the Spurs weren't tinted,
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I told 'em ain't got nothing to hide
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I told em I'll do with the pies, told em fuck all of my roles,
Verse 5
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savages, my savages
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We gon' leave a nigga stiffer
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Fm
than a mannequin
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Free all my niggas incarcerated,
you heard?
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Loyal for life, you
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Freeband Gang
We global now
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