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
35 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 juugin' for
it they was mad at us
Ay, this a letter for my dogs
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 dog caught a murder,
gone for infinity
Dumping ashes on your obituary,
I know you feeling me
RIP my granddad Quick,
he should have seen this shit
20 thousand on some child support,
I seen that shit
Riding round 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 Escodidn't love me,
would've been done jumped ship
And it's the love from my fans
got me still here
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
Before this shit poured up a fo',
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
The 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 a shawty with me, she a pro
No 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 Spurs weren't tinted,
I told 'em ain't got nothing to hide
I told em I'll do with the pies, told em fuck all of my roles,
I don't even write
My savages, my
