Ayy Southside, where you get all that drip?
Nah, nah
I been grippin' pistols, I been cuttin' niggas drank
I been puttin' stickers, on the bottom of the Drac'
I put the city on my back, I can really get a "Thanks"
I claimed niggas was my dawgs, they turned out to be the jakes
Came in a thousand times before my daughter, I was shootin' blanks
Could you really really save me? (Save me)
Could you really really save me? (Save)
Could you really really save me?
Trench baby, I was on my last with my fifth baby
Rent, cable, couldn't pay with cards, it was disabled
Gotta build a relationship with your kids whenever a bitch hate you
Talk about you like you ain't shit, like we ain't save you
Every time I'm tryna go pay your bond whenever they reinstate you
I won't believe no rumors, that nigga snitch 'cause I ain't even see no paper
Street niggas'll never get tapped on the back whenever they see us make it
My dawg be talkin' 'bout one of my dawgs, I'm like that shit is crazy
You ain't got to be top-notch everywhere, you could be trenches famous
These niggas be talkin' 'bout who they killed that shit be entertainment
Sit back, laugh, and talkin' 'bout how we came from the basement
And I don't be carin' 'bout the next nigga, shit, the trenches made me
I been grippin' pistols, I been cuttin' niggas drank
I been puttin' stickers, on the bottom of the Drac'
I put a city on my back, I can really get a "Thanks"
I claimed niggas was my dawgs, they turned out to be the jakes
Came in a thousand times before my daughter, I was shootin' blanks
Could you really really save me? (Save me)
Could you really really save me? (Save)
Could you really really save me?
I gave you a thousand dollars on brother times a lot of times
They ask me what I want in return, I told 'em a lot of slidin'
I was down on my back, I ain't wanna ask, that's just a part of pride
I never let go, never ever, I lock down
Who gon' ride when you at your lowest? From the guys, I don't feel no harm
Head down, I pray with my palms and I cry when I play with my son
When it's time, you better not run, man down on St Lawrence
They dyin', they backdoorin', they tryin' and they know it
From the streets, you go through courses, gun down with no remorses
Real love, ain't gon' force it, real love can be torture
Eight bars of endorsement, not a gang, this shit corporate
Fuck with the feelings, act like a lawyer
I'm The Voice, I don't hear voices
I been grippin' pistols, I been cuttin' niggas drank
I been puttin' stickers, on the bottom of the Drac'
I put the city on my back, I can really get a "Thanks"
I claimed niggas was my dawgs, they turned out to be the jakes
Came in a thousand times before my daughter, I was shootin' blanks
Could you really really save me? (Save me)
Could you really really save me? (Save)
Could you really really save me?
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