[Intro] Ayy Southside, where you get all that drip? Nah, nah
[Pre-Chorus] 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't 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
[Chorus] Could you really really save me? (Save me) Could you really really save me? (Save) Could you really really save me?
[Verse 1] 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
[Pre-Chorus] 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't 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
[Chorus] Could you really really save me? (Save me) Could you really really save me? (Save) Could you really really save me?
[Verse 2] 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? [?] 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 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
[Pre-Chorus] 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't 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
[Chorus] Could you really really save me? (Save me) Could you really really save me? (Save) Could you really really save me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
