Savages

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A click full of sack chasers and risk takers
I dont keep young wild niggas artound me dawg,
I keep a few savages
I been hanging with some killers and some savages 
This rap money got a nigga living lavishly
The trap jumping ain’t got shit to do with trampolines 
Before the fame I had some bitches who abandoned me
Now I got ten chains on in the trap house
Another twenty just to ice this damn watch out
I spent 700 in the trenches on a used car
A crack head sold me a clip with thirty two shots
My baby mother called my phone she keep nagging me 
I’m paranoid know niggas thinking bout bagging me
I let this heat off them niggas dying tragically 
Two many drugs in my system know it’s bad for me
To many bitches on my line for me to choose one 
Just gave my man a throw away I needs a new gun 
I’m riding around with two heats with three bodies on it
It ain’t dirty if your shit ain’t got no scotties on em
I’m up trapping with them junkies off the late night 
Keep three shooters with me making sure I stay tight
Three hundred dubs in the trap it go hand and hand 
It’s butter we ain’t taking shorts it’s going gram for gram
I been hanging with some killers and some savages
This rap money got a nigga living lavishly
The trap jumping ain’t got shit to do with trampolines 
Before the fame had some bitches that abandoned me


Now I got ten chains on in the trap house
Another twenty just to ice this damn watch out
Spent 700 in the trenches on a used car
A crack head sold me a clip with thirty two shots

Two foriegns back to back we going state to state 

A thousand twelve twelve skinnies I’m trying to scrape the plate

I done lost my whole arm in the Pyrex 

I’m clutching heat I’m tryna figure out if I’m gone die next

I’m off percs molly Zans and some oxycotton 

In  bout another half hour somebody call the doctor 

If you can see what’s in my head will leave you traumatized 

Nigga I been on my own since grand momma died 

I need my medication Hearing Voices 

Seeing faces

I’m upping heat if ever I get into confrontation 

A real nigga from the dirt we built this ground up

Bitch I been jugging till Croesus came and found us

I been hanging with some killers and some savages 
This rap money got a nigga living lavishly
The trap jumping ain’t got shit to do with trampolines 
Before the fame I had some bitches who abandoned me
Now I got ten chains on in the trap house
Another twenty just to ice this damn watch out
I spent 700 in the trenches on a used car
A crack head sold me a clip with thirty two shots

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