"Savages" lyrics

Yo, Lucas, you heard?

I got older nigga on my block who mad 'cause I got chicken there
I had to go get rich, I got up off my ass, I ain't just sit around
I made my first band when I was ten, I was serving
Now it's shows in backends, I'm pulling up in black Suburbans
Keep a G up on my lap, in that back seat, I'm never nervous
I be still having flashbacks to the field, you know this shit get real
I lost my dawg two years ago, how the fuck this shit still don't feel real?
But I'ma turn shit up for you, I do all this shit for you
All of the opps be on my page, they watching everything I do
Them nigga stuck in the same spot, that's why they praying that I lose
And I know I got 'em mad 'cause all I do is count these blues
All I do is swerve these coupes, I'm in my bag, I'm in that mood
And I just put that Rollie on, but I need me a Richard Mille
They like, "How the fuck did he fit 50 in Amiri?"
These Chrome Heart glasses, I can see the money clearly
Tell my bitch I'm in her city

I'm back in that mood, I turned my block up, paid my dues
I put my whole gang in designer
I really made it out the zoo, I took my dawgs with me too
Might bring the whole gang to the islands
Still with my savages, ain't nothing changed like I ain't getting rich
Still smoke away my pain, I'm rolling pain up out the zip
Still with my savages, without them, I ain't going nowhere
Without them, I ain't going nowhere