Savage Lyrics

[Intro: TheRealEvk]
Uh-huh
EVK
Grafh what up?

[Verse 1: TheRealEvk]

Look treating this rap game as a sport
I been balling I just changed to the street from the courts
I made it down from the D to the ports
But this evk and grafh this is coming from the d to New York

You feel me

I travel so you know I been to the borough of queens
My music travel from the hornets to the land of the Kings
So you know this flow is royalty
And I can take ya chick across the world
But she really the one spoiling me

Why these niggas talking crazy like they hot already
Only rock with the hardest young nigga keep it steady
Primetime is my time nigga
And Jacob ain't got shit to do with my shine nigga

I been rocking in this game for a minute or two
So this chess not checkers so who ready to lose
Because I'm coming for the top with something to lose
Rapping ain't for fun I do this shit I got something to prove

Numbers going off the charts its a mission
I learned the game from the gangstas and Christians
So don't talk just listen
Cause I ain't one for all the politics
I'm more the one to get it done now
Talk later I'm like a communist

I take the game over For true
I keep a low profile like I got something to move
So don't compare me to the rest of these lames
These guys say they put in work in the field But I don't see dirt and the steins

You know we find it out
Dig yourself a hole but you can't climb it out
Gave you niggas months to get better
I guess the time is out
Line 'em up
I ain't talking clippers either
I'm out now
I got em suffering from cabin fever

[Verse 2: Grafh]

Boom

Tray in the pot, flaming hot
I let crack vials stay in your block
The way that I rock, I son you the same way as your pops
My whole rap style came with a mop… Dutty
I shave and I chop, I bake it, you know I came with the pot
I put K on the block, give a f*ck if I'm famous or not
I live for the moment, I'm balling I ain't say what I got
So many shell casings its hard to try and name what I shot
(Bullet)
I hide the blicker behind the zipper
Pods delivered to the highest bidder
You stress out buying liquor cause you high and bitter
Ignore the loudmouth and be aware of the quiet nigga
I'm quiet cause it look like you wearing a wire nigga
Look at it clearer, like I put a mirror behind the trigger
In my city, I bring out so many goons and the killers
That in the strip clubs their barely any room for the strippers
I be drowning in a pool full of liquor
Dead felt it
Turn your brain into red velvet (Tank)
Turn your forehead into a lead helmet
Heaven can't save it, let hell help it…
Devil

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