FUTURE My Savages

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I be on the phone with dope boy, I be tiltin’
Ya inspire me 2 go harder, nahwimsayn?

My savages, my savages, my savages
I’m always dressin’ fresher than the mannequin
I grew up in a ruthless ass environment

[Verse 1:]
I’m on the phone with yo, I ask him how the trial went
Thirty five racks is how my day was spent
I got a cocky back, that’s how my day would get
Ya got me thinkin’ all these bitches artificial
The way ya actin’ ya must don’t respect a real nigga
Roll some herbal, pour some syrup up
They tried 2 infiltrate us then betrayed us
I told ya way befo’ what happened they was hatin’ on us
Ya know when we was juggin’ fo’ it they was mad at us
And this a letter fo’ my dog, how we let the $ get between us
How we let these bitches get between us
How we let these niggas get between us
I got luv fo’ all my savages with itchin’ fingers
I got luv but it ain’t life 2 luv I got fo’ indie
She held me down when I was broke, I got her 2 infinity
My lil dawg caught a murder, gon’ fo’ infinity
Dumpin’ ashes on yo obituary, I know ya feelin’ me
R.I.P. grandma quick, ya shoulda seen this shit
Twenty thousand O’s of child support, I seen that shit
Ridin’ round with all them choppers, I done seen this shit
These rappers made at me but these niggas ain’t doin’ shit
And I just bought a pound of kush so I can smoke that shit
I went spent a half a ticket at the dealership
The fame is doin’ a lot of damage 2 my friendships
If Esko didn’t luv me would’ve been a damn shook
And it’s the luv from my fans got me still here
Monsta, ha!

[Verse 2:]
Say I’m Illuminati, try to make me catch a body
I don’t know when I’m a flip niggas
Get me sum’ codeine to sip, nigga
Big bank sayin’ wipe a nigga’s nose, but girl change a lot from the doors
Befo’ this shit brought up in phantom, finally luvin’ no ho
That what ya want from me? That what ya really expect?
Ya thinkin’ I’m still not depressed?
My soul can’t loan me a check
I hate I had 2 fuck with any of ya niggas, that’s my only regret
Dropped the mink on the flo’, the Cuban links on my ho
Ten whips in a row, who would think we were poor?
Who would think we was poor? There’s $ layin’ on the flo’
Got sum’hoes layin’ on sum’hoes, got a shawty with me, she a pro
No she’ll neva meet another nigga not another nigga like me
Even if he got a billion dollas he can’t make her cum like me
Who compliment ya like me? It betta be about a image
Tell me all of this a gimmick, I thought the whip’s got rented
Cause the spurr one tenant, I told em ain’t got none 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 savages, my savages
We gon’ leave a nigga stiffer than a mannequin
Free all my niggas incarcerated, ya heard?
Em goin’ fo’ life, ya heard?


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