Sorry Mom I'm Savage
Funny how the whole world look at you
Never knowing no facts, look 'em up
Cancel culture, throw the whole damn book at you
My baby need me real bad, tryna take out her dad
You could do that, and you would, bitch, wouldn't you?
Bitch, I'm walking on glass, where the eggshells?
Where the water? Where the logic?
Where's the proof, I'm really so bad
Bitch, how you do me like that? (Woo)
Better call an ambulance in advance, comin' for them man, bitches
Back fist 'em in the mouth, round house kick him
Kick a square, square up in his ass
How you finna act innocent
You playin' victim while you have a hand in every bad hand given to me
I'ma fuck you up, no abstinence
How you gonna make a nobody a has-been
It has benefits to put his name in black letters
On the grave, I'm handing him, but I'd rather blacklist him
Abdomen pierced, feel the cramp, venom entering my system quick as alcohol
I'm feeling ale, acronym, all is lost (ha) kidding
Bitch, I'm back spinnin' webs like I'm a DJ
Actually, I rip off the mask, Statik G is Derrek Jensen
You'll need every damn dish when I finally have vengeance
Ain't no laughin', or clappin'
It's just a bloodbath, ain't no askin' what happened
I'll snap, call me Thanos, I'll cut half you in halves
For all the keyboard warriors to all the fake ass Gs so storybook
I'm the one, we gon' need more coroners
(Ay!) Send a message I don't need no courier, dude
You ain't ever been true, you ain't ever been real
You ain't ever been you
How you look at yourself in the mirror when the reflection you stare at
Is living proof you desert, always putting you first
No "you" in this team, yeah (woo!)
Sorry mama, I'm savage, put ol' yeller down (yeah)
You know how we deal with cowards, do damage (yeah, aye)
Sorry mama, I'm savage, take an inch, from me I come back
And I'm makin' everything you have ours (oh yeah!)
Boy! You such a snitch, you got a mole on your face
Yo' favorite rapper Tekashi, that six, touchin' tips
Your best bars been borrowed from Wayne (yeah)
This is facts, ain't no diss, actually miss, mmh
I've forgotten your name, came to your corner
What am I missin'? Messin' with me, something's wrong with yo' brain
Come here kitty, kitty, put hands on a woman never
That's not okay, that's not to say
I won't put hands on a bitch if you tempt me
Come get me, you sent me, and that's when I came
Bus, bus, bus, remember my name
Scream it so loud 'til the neighbors awake
And they bang on the roof with a broom
Poke a hole in my floor outta rage
That's when I say
I'ma put hands on this pussy, yo, he gon' feel that in the morning
Obey, the snowman been melting away
The rats crawling back where they came
Mmh, hit the trap and its game
Talking shit, I take that with a grain
You too salty and that's gotta change
You got cut and then hid when I came for the fade
Yeah bitch, I pack, I'm the mayne
Gimme space or get blasted away (woo!)
Sorry mama, I'm savage, put ol' yeller down (yeah)
You know how we deal with cowards, do damage
Sorry mama, I'm savage, take an inch from me, I come back
And I'm makin' everything you have ours (oh yeah!)
Why's it always gotta be the one who ain't got no job
Who livin' off his mom, no qualms
Got no guap, never seen a gun get shot
Let alone a bullet pop your squad
Let alone bury your family over shots goin' off
Ain't ever even fought, or boxed
Whose girl would make my cock go soft
Never seen a cell block, but love a talk with cops?
Who gotta be doin' the most? Red flag
Play with my money, you toast, bread bag
Ain't nobody been comin' close, step back
Take the high road, explains the jet lag
We are not the same, we miles apart
How you got me framed is 'cause I let ya
Joke's on you, you're such a funny guy
Must have laughed yo' ass, up out the picture
I guess I just don't understand how this shit's gotten so far
The real ones get popped, and they put in a box
While the fraudulent pop and get rounds of applause
The problem is ours, quit celebrating fakeness
That's where it starts, it ends with a lesson
Welcome to yours, I'm Mr Pink, that reservoir dog
Boy, if It's you or me, put your head on my wall
Shh (woo)
Sorry mama, I'm savage, put ol' yeller down (yeah)
You know how we deal with cowards, do damage
Sorry mama, I'm savage, take an inch from me, I come back
And I'm makin' everything you have ours (oh yeah!)
I'm dead mama, I'm just sayin' I'm dead mama
I'm dead mama
Sorry mama, I'm savage
Never knowing no facts, look 'em up
Cancel culture, throw the whole damn book at you
My baby need me real bad, tryna take out her dad
You could do that, and you would, bitch, wouldn't you?
Bitch, I'm walking on glass, where the eggshells?
Where the water? Where the logic?
Where's the proof, I'm really so bad
Bitch, how you do me like that? (Woo)
Better call an ambulance in advance, comin' for them man, bitches
Back fist 'em in the mouth, round house kick him
Kick a square, square up in his ass
How you finna act innocent
You playin' victim while you have a hand in every bad hand given to me
I'ma fuck you up, no abstinence
How you gonna make a nobody a has-been
It has benefits to put his name in black letters
On the grave, I'm handing him, but I'd rather blacklist him
Abdomen pierced, feel the cramp, venom entering my system quick as alcohol
I'm feeling ale, acronym, all is lost (ha) kidding
Bitch, I'm back spinnin' webs like I'm a DJ
Actually, I rip off the mask, Statik G is Derrek Jensen
You'll need every damn dish when I finally have vengeance
Ain't no laughin', or clappin'
It's just a bloodbath, ain't no askin' what happened
I'll snap, call me Thanos, I'll cut half you in halves
For all the keyboard warriors to all the fake ass Gs so storybook
I'm the one, we gon' need more coroners
(Ay!) Send a message I don't need no courier, dude
You ain't ever been true, you ain't ever been real
You ain't ever been you
How you look at yourself in the mirror when the reflection you stare at
Is living proof you desert, always putting you first
No "you" in this team, yeah (woo!)
Sorry mama, I'm savage, put ol' yeller down (yeah)
You know how we deal with cowards, do damage (yeah, aye)
Sorry mama, I'm savage, take an inch, from me I come back
And I'm makin' everything you have ours (oh yeah!)
Boy! You such a snitch, you got a mole on your face
Yo' favorite rapper Tekashi, that six, touchin' tips
Your best bars been borrowed from Wayne (yeah)
This is facts, ain't no diss, actually miss, mmh
I've forgotten your name, came to your corner
What am I missin'? Messin' with me, something's wrong with yo' brain
Come here kitty, kitty, put hands on a woman never
That's not okay, that's not to say
I won't put hands on a bitch if you tempt me
Come get me, you sent me, and that's when I came
Bus, bus, bus, remember my name
Scream it so loud 'til the neighbors awake
And they bang on the roof with a broom
Poke a hole in my floor outta rage
That's when I say
I'ma put hands on this pussy, yo, he gon' feel that in the morning
Obey, the snowman been melting away
The rats crawling back where they came
Mmh, hit the trap and its game
Talking shit, I take that with a grain
You too salty and that's gotta change
You got cut and then hid when I came for the fade
Yeah bitch, I pack, I'm the mayne
Gimme space or get blasted away (woo!)
Sorry mama, I'm savage, put ol' yeller down (yeah)
You know how we deal with cowards, do damage
Sorry mama, I'm savage, take an inch from me, I come back
And I'm makin' everything you have ours (oh yeah!)
Why's it always gotta be the one who ain't got no job
Who livin' off his mom, no qualms
Got no guap, never seen a gun get shot
Let alone a bullet pop your squad
Let alone bury your family over shots goin' off
Ain't ever even fought, or boxed
Whose girl would make my cock go soft
Never seen a cell block, but love a talk with cops?
Who gotta be doin' the most? Red flag
Play with my money, you toast, bread bag
Ain't nobody been comin' close, step back
Take the high road, explains the jet lag
We are not the same, we miles apart
How you got me framed is 'cause I let ya
Joke's on you, you're such a funny guy
Must have laughed yo' ass, up out the picture
I guess I just don't understand how this shit's gotten so far
The real ones get popped, and they put in a box
While the fraudulent pop and get rounds of applause
The problem is ours, quit celebrating fakeness
That's where it starts, it ends with a lesson
Welcome to yours, I'm Mr Pink, that reservoir dog
Boy, if It's you or me, put your head on my wall
Shh (woo)
Sorry mama, I'm savage, put ol' yeller down (yeah)
You know how we deal with cowards, do damage
Sorry mama, I'm savage, take an inch from me, I come back
And I'm makin' everything you have ours (oh yeah!)
I'm dead mama, I'm just sayin' I'm dead mama
I'm dead mama
Sorry mama, I'm savage
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Writer(s): Derrek Thomas Jensen
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