Savages (feat. Gudda)
Ain't no coming back from this
I ain't fucking round ain't no more accidents
I knew what came with it when I asked for this
So sorry if I come off as too passionate
But we don't play around about the cash we get
I'm from a place where not too many bags exist
I go hard I can't end up on no average shit
Play about Blizzy you gone run into some savages
I know what lays behind a nigga raised up by savages
If everybody a savage then who going to be my friend
Forgotten memories trying to write down through a pen
But everybody got demons so we going to sin again
They killed my dawg I'm feeling blue Allah let us get a win
And hurtful wouldn't be a word the way we hurting in
Come on just take the L chopper cradle with open hands
Everybody got slimes careful who you call your friend
We ain't playin about our section we send shoots in the air
Let the people know we still here like this is really Gods plan
Blizzy hit me on the phone if they tripping its one in the head
I was raised by some savages toting thirties on sticks
Ain't no coming back from this
I ain't fucking round ain't no more accidents
I knew what came with it when I asked for this
So sorry if I come off as too passionate
But we don't play around about the cash we get
I'm from a place where not too many bags exist
I go hard I can't end up on no average shit
Play about Blizzy you gone run into some savages
I ain't fucking round ain't no more accidents
I knew what came with it when I asked for this
So sorry if I come off as too passionate
But we don't play around about the cash we get
I'm from a place where not too many bags exist
I go hard I can't end up on no average shit
Play about Blizzy you gone run into some savages
I know what lays behind a nigga raised up by savages
If everybody a savage then who going to be my friend
Forgotten memories trying to write down through a pen
But everybody got demons so we going to sin again
They killed my dawg I'm feeling blue Allah let us get a win
And hurtful wouldn't be a word the way we hurting in
Come on just take the L chopper cradle with open hands
Everybody got slimes careful who you call your friend
We ain't playin about our section we send shoots in the air
Let the people know we still here like this is really Gods plan
Blizzy hit me on the phone if they tripping its one in the head
I was raised by some savages toting thirties on sticks
Ain't no coming back from this
I ain't fucking round ain't no more accidents
I knew what came with it when I asked for this
So sorry if I come off as too passionate
But we don't play around about the cash we get
I'm from a place where not too many bags exist
I go hard I can't end up on no average shit
Play about Blizzy you gone run into some savages
Credits
Writer(s): Justin Chanski
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