Intro
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I be on the phone with Doe Boy
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I be telling him, he inspired me to go harder
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Know what I'm saying, real talk
[Verse 1]
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My savages, my savages, my savages
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I’m always dressing fresher than a mannequin
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I grew up in a ruthless ass environment
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I’m on the phone with yo, I ask him how the trial went
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35 racks is how my day was spent
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I gotta cock it back, that’s how my day would get
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You got me thinking all these bitches artificial
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The way you acting you must don’t respect a real nigga
Am F
Roll some herb up, pour some syrup up
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They tried to infiltrate us and then betrayed us
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I told you way before what happened they was hating on us
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You know when we was juuging for it they was mad at us
Am
Aye, this a letter for my dogs
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How we let the money get between us
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How we let these bitches get between us
Am
How we let these niggas get between us
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I got love for all my savages with itchy fingers
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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 grand-dad Quick, he should have seen this shit
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20 thousand on some child support, I seen that shit
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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
Am
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
Am
The fame is doing a lot of damage to my friendships
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If Esco didn’t love me would’ve been done jumped ship
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And it’s the love from my fans got me still here
[Interlude]
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Monster!
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Say I’m Illuminati, they tryna make me catch a body
[Verse 2]
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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, my girl changed the lock on the doors
Am
Before this shit pour up a fo', ain't falling in love with no ho
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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, that’s my only regret
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Drag the mink on the floor
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The Cuban links on my ho
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Ten whips in a row, who would think we were poor?
Am
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
Got a shawty with me, she a pro
Am
No she’ll never meet another nigga not another nigga like me
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Even if he got a billion dollars he can’t make her cum like me
Am
Who compliment you like me? It better be about an image
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Tell me all of this a gimmick, they thought the whips got rented
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Because the Spurs weren't tinted, I told em ain't got nothing to hide
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I told em I’m through with the pies
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Told em fuck all of my wrongs, I don’t even write
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My savages, my savages, my savages
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We gone leave a nigga stiffer than a mannequin
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Free all my niggas incarcerated, you heard?
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Loyal for life, you heard?
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Free band gang! We global now..