letra de all the same - no savage
[intro]
uh mob
i’m on that gangsta sh-t for real n-gga
uh mob
[hook]
i don’t be playin’ around wit’ a n-gga or b-tch ‘cause they always do me the same
f-ck what they sayin’ ‘bout savage, b-tch i’m a thug and i’m stayin’ true to the game
how the f-ck savage alive and back on they line when they gave em one to the brain
come on this block dressed up like a old ass man, i’m using a stick for a cane
if you ever approach me then talk like a grown ass man
i’m pointing that stick at yo’ man
they geeked, doin’ sh-t for the gram
can’t give up on rappin’ ‘cause i done seen too many bands
i’m shootin’ my gun out the jam
i’m blowin’ this b-tch for me and my man
we stuck together like we in a klan
my young n-gga wack and i’m givin’ em bands
[verse]
i ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ n-ggas, i’m not ‘bout to play wit’ em
you would think it’s a bomb but that’s how that drac’ hit
i ain’t takin’ it in ‘til i make about eight flips
how you wanna n-gga f-ck but can’t even take d-ck
i was just f-cked up, i got that weight in
i’m not givin’ up until i get that cake in
i gotta show and i’m bringin’ that drac’ in
f-ck off the perc’, i’m leave the b-tch aching
and i’m gettin’ that money, don’t care if a b-tch leave
‘member them nights i was spinnin’ wit xd
glock 23 and a .45 xd
they better k!ll me whenever they catch me
i’m rappin’ but n-gga i’m not in the industry
opp n-gga diss me, i know they envy me
i’m sayin’ f-ck you if you wit’ my enemies
hop out the car, i ain’t showin’ no sympathy
i wanna buy me a chain
i only want money i never was in it for fame
i ain’t gon trip ‘bout a thang
‘cause i know for sure i’m a take care the fam and the gang
that sh-t ain’t no joke when you know you could die
to see my mother hurt it’s makin’ me cry
i get it and go, i don’t ever look back
she know where i be, she don’t know where i trap
i’ll make em the lic and they callin’ me wild
i don’t let her be wit’ me ‘cause i’m livin’ foul
i ain’t f-ckin’ the b-tch, i ain’t digging her style
only the reason i’m wit’ her ‘cause she got my child
and i’m blowin’ that gun if they get out of line
and i’m livin’ that sh-t so don’t think that i’m lyin’
soon as i spot em i lift up my iron
thought he was runnin’ but youngin’ was dyin’
[hook]
i don’t be playin’ around wit’ a n-gga or b-tch ‘cause they always do me the same
f-ck what they sayin’ ‘bout savage, b-tch i’m a thug and i’m stayin’ true to the game
how the f-ck savage alive and back on they line when they gave em one to the brain
come on this block dressed up like a old ass man, i’m using a stick for a cane
if you ever approach me then talk like a grown ass man
i’m pointing that stick at yo’ man
they geeked, doin’ sh-t for the gram
can’t give up on rappin’ ‘cause i done seen too many bands
i’m shootin’ my gun out the jam
i’m blowin’ this b-tch for me and my man
we stuck together like we in a klan
my young n-gga wack and i’m givin’ em bands
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