Featured In
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Durk
Vocals
Buckethead
Sampled Artist
Chase Davis
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Durk Banks
Songwriter
Brian Carroll
Songwriter
Julian C Davis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chase Davis
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Chase Davis on the beat, yeah
When I talk, I like to talk to souls
Drop that shit
[Verse 2]
Knife in my back, hit a artery
Home invasion turned robbery
And I told you, give me honesty
You filed my taxes, got me audited
[Verse 3]
You hang with them, I don't want part of it
You wanna fake 'cause you ain't start with me
I said sorry but you started it
You confused, you can't hang with us
[Verse 4]
I put the dope in a Ziploc
They stole my style, wow
What the fuck happened to hip hop?
Free Sheety, he gave me the Crip walk
[Verse 5]
My brothers addicted to stick talk
The J's addicted to fentanyl
I count up a check, I got big talk
Forty-one M on a wristwatch
[Verse 6]
Careers be goin' on a rapture
Frontier was hurtin' my back
I was dyin', now I'm flyin' private
I put my gang over the whole mob
I told them **** I'm biased
Black truck came with a drive through
[Verse 7]
My name, it came with the violence
My name, it come with the fire
My name, it come with the sirens
My **** got grills like Pyrex
[Verse 8]
Kid drill was a firefighter
On the corner, we was fightin' fire
In Chicago, I was at a rival
Gettin' picked up in a Stryker
You can tell that I don't like you
You can tell I'm gon' try you
[Verse 9]
Yeah, this for the savages
This for the savages
This for the savages
[Verse 10]
This shit treacherous
This shit treacherous
This shit treacherous
[Verse 11]
This for the savages
This for the savages
This for the savages
[Verse 12]
This shit treacherous
This shit treacherous
This shit treacherous
[Verse 13]
You don't know what the fame took
Ain't been on the land in like two years
Why they got me in the gang book?
[Verse 14]
But I ride with the same hood
And this money won't change nothin'
Told bro, open the lane for me
Don't give up my name, beloved
[Verse 15]
You fuckin' a lame, beloved
Her rib got my name above it
Kiss Bernice on the cheek
I'm bogus for it (Sorry)
[Verse 16]
And I be takin' narcotics
A big shootout on Cottage
Dropped out, ain't make it to college
I'm not no good role model
[Verse 17]
I like to take care of my toddler
Send money to jail for my partners
You don't think I'm a major artist
Even though I got plaques and charted
[Verse 18]
Swallow crack, I had to vomit
Gotta do it 'cause the police comin'
I'm from where it's rainin' bullets
Nasty hoes don't wear condoms
[Verse 19]
Where the street **** support your talent
Where the street **** say you valid
California Queen from a pallet
And I had to get full off a salad
[Verse 20]
From the home of the gangsters
You ain't never say thank you
Only the family, the label
I went to school for the cable
[Verse 21]
This for the savages
This for the savages
This for the savages
[Verse 22]
This shit treacherous
This shit treacherous
This shit treacherous
[Verse 23]
This for the savages
This for the savages
This for the savages
[Verse 24]
This shit treacherous
This shit treacherous
This shit treacherous
Written by: Brian Patrick Carroll, Durk Banks, Julian Davis