Savages

Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Uh)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Uh)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah (Uh)

It's Jimmy

Uhh
Two pennies to your name now
Check
You got nobody to blame now
Check
Nickels for your thoughts
Dimes for your cares

A dollar if you shake it for the
Savages

Step up to the auction block yeah
You Mr. Sambo
Cut down yo whole family tree
Hung you on the branch tho (Ya)
Now you riding out super black lambo
Wings up tips up window dipped in camo
Now you

Can't stand so see yo ass succeed
Not for no one uh uh
An operators standing by
What you waiting for uh
You dialing every single number for the come up but
Good sir 9-1-1 they come looking for you

Sending heavy infantry
To knock upon your do'
Non compliance have you
Filling cemetery holes

Too many strangers waiting on you
To forgive they sins
They only pray for you
As long as you gon' pray for them

Oooh
Shame shame on the sinner
The sinner and the saints
Pointing fingers til the end
Where shall I begin
Order the court to pay damages
You fuckin' with the wrong one
Nigga we
Savages

Dream a little (Uh)
I dream a lot
But all that dreaming stopped
When Nipsey got shot
Now we all running the marathon
Racing the clock
Took our sorrows
And went straight to the block
It's burning hot

Im complicit with this criminal mission
They got you flipping
Yo thoughts and wishes
Into ambitions
They got you pissin' into pots and pans
Try to understand
My whole body's full of cracked bottles and sand
No time to waste

These days uh
Switchblade to you neck tho
Bayonets is standard issue
Thats life in the ghetto
Straight up (Uh)

My nigga count your blessos
Cuz the way they counting bodies
Bang Bang
Learn to let go

My nigga double he got mugged back in jersey
They push that pistol to his temple
Like he wasn't worthy
Now relieve yo spirit boy of everything earthly
Thats when the savages start circling
I hear em scream out

Hiyiyay, hiyiyay
All hail the new chief
Rock eagle feathers
And we tough as Indian feet (Uh)
They caught you sleeping on the
Wrong side of the street
It's just another blackhawk down
Need rescuing like whoa!

Gotdamn
We'd sooner set our weapons free
And all my niggas cooking up these
Government conspiracies
And everyday they mirror me uh
They swear to God they gonna get rid of me
We savages UHH

And Lyrically I chew 'em up, I shit they bones
Only weapon in my arsenal is this here microphone

God rest they precious souls
Disgrace all wack MC's
Y'all looking so damn pitiful

Lots of cowboys rounding up these Indians now
We could use a few braves on the reservation
Headed for the war path
Stamp yo feet to the ground
Pray the ancestors don't let us down
We circle round

I'm with the
Savages



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Writer(s): Snt Jms, Loren Harris
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