But I wasn't tryin' to keep shit all to myself, see, I wasn't tryin' to get on the stage,
and I didn't want people hatin'.
I put people on, understand?
Street's happy.
A real alphabet boy, we had to grow up hard.
Cookin' dope in the kitchen so we wouldn't starve.
Brody's lips a little extra if you want him soft.
Niggas playin' with my money, I'ma knock him off.
Rich orphan, ain't no love for the underdog.
I was stuck in a trap, runnin' from the law.
Now I give these niggas sauce, teach them how to ball.
Ten bands on my swag, blew it at the mall.
Cause it's the life of a savage.
Reminiscing on the nights I never had shit.
Still on the block till the morning.
Locked up, gotta keep that pistol loamin'.
From the night till the morning.
I be on the road to the money, yeah.
Remember all them days I ain't had shit.
Now a nigga gettin' money, let me love you, yeah, yeah.
A couple niggas switched on me.
So you know I gotta keep a stick on me, yeah.
It's the life of a savage.
Now a nigga gettin' money, let me love you, yeah, yeah.
Gotta step over the bullshit, these shoes too expensive.
Gain another five every time I lose two bitches.
Where I'm from, a nigga blessed to even have a Christmas.
Now it's May's in the house, cleanin' all the dishes.
Brought Gucci to the hood, just brought Lucci to the hood.
Brought Boosie to the hood, you ain't good up in the hood.
The pistol stashed behind a battery up under the hood.
Now we pullin' up in Wraiths and Ghosts in the hood.
Bear me in a pair of Buffs, yeah, these 50 pointers.
Zip lock baggy, tryin' to get 50 corners.
Paint the whole East in 50 corners.
No rent, no lease, I'm the only owner.
From the night to the morning.
I be on the road to the money, yeah.
Remember all them days I ain't had shit.
Now a nigga gettin' money, let me love you, yeah, yeah.
A couple niggas switched on me.
So you know I gotta keep a stick on me, yeah.
It's the life of a savage.
Now a nigga gettin' money, let me love you, yeah, yeah.
Whole lotta, lotta, I just want the guala, mama.
Commas on top of commas on my mama's mama.
Anything for the dollar, we go to war behind it.
Back to back in the Masi to park the Porsche behind it.
I blew a quarter on diamonds, I'm talkin' quarter rim.
Tally up the numbers, we winnin' and finna score again.
Why you postin' them fiddles if it ain't more than ten?
Friendly ass niggas ain't gangsta, you gotta sort it in.
Put your order in, everything imported in.
I was there five for these niggas could afford a pen.
Straight up, easy mathematics like a layup.
Accountant want three hundred for taxes.
I had to pay up, we way up.
From the night to the morning.
I be on the road to the money, yeah.
Remember all them days I ain't had shit.
Now a nigga gettin' money, let me love you, yeah, yeah.
A couple niggas switched on me.
So you know I gotta keep a stick on me, yeah.
It's the life of a savage.
Now a nigga gettin' money, let me love you, yeah.
Runnin' all day, had to get it out the streets.
Came a long way, don't nobody make it out the east.
Look, I was down bad.
Now I'm straight up on the seats.
Man leave the pan on me, now everybody gotta eat.
Niggas switched up, I gotta keep a stick tough.
I'm in a Benz truck, had to go and get my Benz up, yeah.
It's the life of a savage.
Young nigga from the block livin' lavish.
