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letra de black savage - nfl, royce da 5'9'’ & t.i.

[verse 1: royce 5’9″]
yeah, i ain’t ya average rapper residing in calabasas
mashin the aston thru malagasy in madagascar
i don’t believe in your white jesus and last suppers
i place value on brothers who never had justice
i am the black savage
ali and foreman in zaire fightin’ for black magic rifles and flack jackets
momma was suicidal poppa had bad habits
product of true survival, rocker like black sabbath
hoppin up out the chevy pac, biggie, machiavelli
og like nas or reggie culture like ox in belly
vulgar like akinyele focus like dr. sebi
we did it your way but now the culture is boppin’ to our sinatra medley
i’m limitless energy they gimmicks and imagery
kendrick, cole and the kennedys lyrical holy trinity
general of the city they into promoting silly beef
keepin’ it w-lly d, weezy on the a milli beat
dream chaser facin’ the enemy like my n-gga meek
tyler perry writing my winning speech like it’s emmy week
heart of gold never sold my soul glock weighs a ton
hov tellin lori harvey no at roc nation brunch

[chorus: sy ari da kid]
one life to live just don’t settle
one life ima live forever
stand for something
fall for nothing no
rest in peace to the dead
that’s on my soul
you only die once and then you gone
we thought we’d be fighting all along
who don’t know the rights from the wrong
truth comes to the light behind it all

[birdge: white gold]
how much more do you want
you wanna send us back to where we came from
‘cause we just savages
well here’s my -ss to kiss yeah yeah
i’m made of gold my n-gga
i go back home, i’m a goldmine n-gga
we taking all the land back they stole my n-gga
‘cause what you reap now is what you show my n-gga
where your soul my n-gga godd-mn

[verse 2: cyhi the prynce]
if i ruled the world
i would go return all the gold that was stole
reupholster the nose on the sphinx it’s a world war huh
they tryin’ to take soul outta soul
n-ggas say i sold out i never sold out a show
even tho people drove out in droves
plus a whole lotta hoes i suppose
on the road to success
you gotta pay the toll i was told
i don’t hang with p-wns i’m gangus kahn
slang with a gang of cons that came with guns
who speak the language from the ancient ones
dangerous huh
we shinin’ n-gga shame the sun
do i move d or stay in saint laurent
cuz yall fashion week and this ain’t milan
collusive to your once ponce de leon
make sure theys peppercorn sauce on my filet mignon my n-gga

[verse 3: t.i.]
my first reaction “……” my antenna
sinner cause we born sinners
k!llas cause we want dinner
try to warn n-ggas”
better keep on growin’
try to stay away from foreign n-gga
better recognize when the devil shows his h-rns
he enjoying his wh0r-s like donald goines
there’s a difference between yours
and tomeka and lauren
young warren buffet in his prime you ain’t even know it
how she supposed to get thick you just be feedin’ her corn
with your corny -ss get robbed while she f-ckin on your h-rny -ss
go to jail tell it all before you ask for your attorney -ss
n-gga, you could never be me knew who i was before i got out the trap to sell a cd
i been shoulder to shoulder with gangsta facing lapd
felony after felony still they be yelling me free
now my philosophy is no possession no apostrophe
cause ain’t no use in being in prison you don’t gotta be
ironically we dodging crazy crackers with hammers
just how they used to dodge n-gga with braids and bandana
man it been more m-ss k!llin’ than its days in the year
wonder if fighting for it worth as much as leaving it here

- nfl royce da 59 t i

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