Savannah St
Grew up on Savannah
Next to niggas toting hammers
Had to change the vantage
I'mma be south side 'till I fucking die and that's on fat John and my granny
R.i.p to Daisy Bell she raised me well
A hell raiser
You just can't stand it
I'mma just paint my pain through this grammar
I'mma put a blonde bitch on my canvas
Ain't got a colorful story, a wonderful life, or silver spoons
I'mma authentic city nigga
A bad bitch riding metro getter
Knew some childhood friends who really switched up
Cropped em out the bigger picture, listen
I'mma, have to hit him in his kisser if he
Play the boy, like I'm milly rocking
Like the south side ain't for really popping
My brother taught don't fuck with niggas
And my daddy taught me how to run from coppers
The world told me they don't fuck with my skin
My mama told me i'mma be somebody
I told em all to give me a second
I don't need direction let me think about it
Got the gift of soul, what a sweet deposit
And I got it from Savannah
Why so cool?
Why you so city?
Why they call you Izzy?
I stay on my bullshit
I'm so 202
And they know I'm a hippie
Why you so cool?
Why you so city?
Why they call you Izzy?
Because I'm the goat
Stop blowing my phone up
You know that I'm busy
Next to niggas toting hammers
Had to change the vantage
I'mma be south side 'till I fucking die and that's on fat John and my granny
R.i.p to Daisy Bell she raised me well
A hell raiser
You just can't stand it
I'mma just paint my pain through this grammar
I'mma put a blonde bitch on my canvas
Ain't got a colorful story, a wonderful life, or silver spoons
I'mma authentic city nigga
A bad bitch riding metro getter
Knew some childhood friends who really switched up
Cropped em out the bigger picture, listen
I'mma, have to hit him in his kisser if he
Play the boy, like I'm milly rocking
Like the south side ain't for really popping
My brother taught don't fuck with niggas
And my daddy taught me how to run from coppers
The world told me they don't fuck with my skin
My mama told me i'mma be somebody
I told em all to give me a second
I don't need direction let me think about it
Got the gift of soul, what a sweet deposit
And I got it from Savannah
Why so cool?
Why you so city?
Why they call you Izzy?
I stay on my bullshit
I'm so 202
And they know I'm a hippie
Why you so cool?
Why you so city?
Why they call you Izzy?
Because I'm the goat
Stop blowing my phone up
You know that I'm busy
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Writer(s): Christopher Green
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