No Heart - 21 Savage
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n_ggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Petty n_gga p_ssy and I'm hard
I turn that f_cking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card
I sit back and read, like Cat in the hat
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Stuart Little, heard these n_ggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, b_tch I got racks
I'm a real street n_gga b_tch
I am not one of these n_ggas bangin' on wax
P_ssy n_ggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like f_ck the field
Ninth grade I was knocking n_ggas out, n_gga like Holyfield
Fast forward n_gga, 2016 and I'm screaming f_ck a deal
Bad b_tch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street for real
N_ggas love sneak dissing on twitter
They don't want beef for real
And all these n_ggas play like they tough
'Till a n_gga get killed
'Till a n_gga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
I'm a at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
"I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't even hating"
So what's up with all that instagram sh_t?
"Savage I was just playin'"
Y'all p_ssy n_ggas fakin', b_tch I hang around them Haitians
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your b_tch naked
"Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape"
Yeah n_gga f_ck all that, ask your b_tch how my d_ck tastes
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n_ggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Petty n_gga p_ssy and I'm hard
I turn that f_cking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I'm praying to my Glock and my card
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, n_gga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up
N_ggas actin', like groupies, they don't know us
Little do they know their b_tches f_ckin' on the tour bus
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Why these n_ggas cappin' so hard?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Petty n_gga p_ssy and I'm hard
I turn that f_cking soft into some hard
I grew up in the streets without no heart
I grew up in the streets without no heart
So much dope that it broke the scale
They say crack kills, n_gga my crack sells
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
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