Lyrics:
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah[00:47.80]And I go by Savage[00:49.78]Ayy, ayy, ayy[00:51.07]And my gun it finna pop[00:53.17]Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy[00:54.54]Who
ranks pass mi m-I
(niggas bleed jus' like us)
Picture me being fraid of a
Bwoy weh bus di same gun as me
(niggas bleed jus' like us)
Picture me
choose
The prodigal sun dead at 21
Hard done by youth
Unstable and recluse
No point of view
Poster child for abuse
Living is a constant fight
Tell me
a casket, like the Taker
21-and-0 on you haters, 21 Os
Step up in the building, something like Elvis
I'm 'bout to re-up, this here
Better than my last, uh
Intoxicated by the digital nation
Now I do what I can
It’s complicated living as a 21st century man
Swiping outta left field
Gonna catch a feeling
Stop this
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
tummy, and your face is lookin' yummy[01:18.65]I'm a zombie, motherfuck, you can't kill me[01:21.79]That's how it is, how it was, and how it will be, will
seen more
Feed morphines to more fiends than you've ever seen
It's pain I deliver reflection
Every word like a mirror
Bigger picture I try to keep shit
that's a freak transition[00:19.07]I'm putting numbers on his fucking wrist like this cracka looking Jewish[00:21.69]Popped a faggot yesterday, he be
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
on neck
21st and Berks, this the whole set
My nigga Dean, he was catchin' wreck
Bending corners on niggas, 50 in the Tec
We got 30 in the Macs, 80 in
me thin brother
Death at 21, jail by 18
They project it almost if that be a great thing
I'm working till I black out like a Bigen
Spreading love even
Click clack
21 guns no blackjack
Pack that back to the brim like a snap-back
Ack ack make a wax Icarus backtrack
Don't crash trying to keep tabs like
Smoking, I be most high
Every time I write a new song, it feel like I'm writing scriptures
Better get a pic with me now before I charge for pictures
I be
You ain't got the stripes so skedaddle skipper
21 gun salute because you ain't live the life of a savage nigga
Cheated on my ex with my next, thats
wanted a painting
The picture frame ages but our
Jays don't change laces
Maybe we'd stop the hate if
Our feet could trade places
Fake friend to some but
Paint a picture for 'em
Musandidherere, aheh
Musanditerere, aheh
Hona makoso arikundi wainira - selele, aheh
Ndohwina seChelele, aheh
Iyo, siyelele -
past 21
Why you think we always gotta get it out the mud
Why you think we always got the gun clutch
Why you think we always ready to let it buck
Cause
the raft, and then I crashed here, yea
With a hundred on the dash, burning when I pass, turn 'em into ash
I done seen it fast, life gone by me in a flash
I
tagged by the team,
She been wanting to fuck for a while, that's her dream
Pull up to the crib, then made her sing,
Give her back shots, I made the bitch
I started smoking it hoping it
Would help me rope in girls
Then I started boasting it by posting it
To show the world
Hookah pipes and condoms
I
back to the crib, she saw it was posted right by the marina
He askin 100 questions, like what’s yo name and she told him Selena
She think all men are
Bonnie look at the girdly I'll take a picture of you
Bonnie hold up the gun in your hand so deadly shiny and blue
Mhm mhm mhm mhm a picture
better on the move
Kicking it with different crews
By the time 21
Wondering what imma do
Fuck it gotta keep it present
Cause the past is filled with
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