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PERFORMING ARTISTS
21 Savage
21 Savage
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leland Wayne
Leland Wayne
Composer
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Composer
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Metro Boomin
Metro Boomin
Producer
Derrick Royce Selby
Derrick Royce Selby
Recording Engineer
Anthony Gonzalez
Anthony Gonzalez
Recording Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Recording Engineer
Alex Tumay
Alex Tumay
Mixing Engineer
Gordie Tumay
Gordie Tumay
Assistant Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
Blake Harden
Blake Harden
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Rags to riches, **** came from the bottom
Hood rats, now a **** fuckin' on models
Ridin' in the foreign, remember ridin' on MARTA
Grind got harder and my mind got smarter
I was gettin' bags for the cheap
When I ain't had money, I was robbin', ****
I was gettin' bags for the free
21 Gang, they were right beside me
And they still with me, ****, I'm on TV
[Verse 2]
Couple **** switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em
I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I'm too street smart, ****, to serve a undercover
**** tryna clone a ****'s shit, damn, woah
Used to drive a hotbox, shit, Lambo
**** want a handout, shit, mine broke
I grinded for this shit, I grinded for this shit
[Verse 3]
Can't change on my game, **** still here
Kinda hard to change my ways, 'cause the shit real
**** rappin' 'bout shit they ain't even lived
**** lyin', I can hear it in they ad libs
I'm poppin' Percocets, bitch, not Advil
It's kinda fucked up, what they did to Blac, damn
If I catch him in the trap, I'ma whack him
I catch that boy in traffic, ****, I'ma whack him
****, try to keep up with this fashion
Makin' sure my kids happy
They dependent on they daddy
Tryin' not to let the streets distract me
I know it's bumps in the road like acne
Had to sell dope, I couldn't be a athlete
I'm a solid young ****, you can ask C
The internet ain't gon' help you understand me
[Verse 4]
I'm a street ****, yeah, I'm famous
I'm a rapper, ****, and I'm gangbangin'
Everybody kill a ****, what you claimin'?
Everybody get it with your **** flamin'
All these chains on a **** like I'm stranglin'
Ran off with yo' money ****, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain't bangin'
In the hood everyday, I'm hangin'
[Verse 5]
And I come through when the gang need
And I wear shades so they can't see
And I pay them lawyers and them bond fees
**** one thousand, I'm beyond G
I put my main bitch inside Givenchy
**** still askin', "Can you front me?"
My old hoe sayin', "Boy, you growed up"
Promethazine, it got a **** slowed up
Too solid, pussy **** can't disclose us
Went and seen Eliante, and he froze us
I'm too street to walk around with my nose up
Especially to the **** knew me 'fore I blowed up
Savage mode drop, now my price'll go up
Streets cold, ****, they ain't showin' no love
**** get in front of judge and they fold up
Face shot, hit that boy with a whole dub
[Verse 6]
I'm a street ****, yeah, I'm famous
I'm a rapper, ****, and I'm gangbangin'
Everybody kill a ****, what you claimin'?
Everybody get it with your **** flamin'
All these chains on a **** like I'm stranglin'
Ran off with yo' money ****, guess we straight then
You knockoff gangbangers ain't bangin'
In the hood everyday, I'm hangin'
[Verse 7]
Couple **** switched up, bitched up, fuck 'em
I can't go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
I'm too, too player to put a bitch before my brother
I'm too street smart, ****, to serve a undercover
Written by: Jaeco Tiongson, Leland Wayne, Shayaa Joseph, Xavier Dotson, Xavier Weeks
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