rags to riches nigga came from the bottom
hood rats now a nigga fuckin’ on models
ridin’ in the foreign remember ridin’ on marta
grind got harder and my mind got smarter
i was gettin’ bags for the cheap
when i ain’t had money i was robbin’ nigga
i was gettin’ bags for the free
gang they were right beside me
and they still with me nigga i’m on tv
couple niggas switched up bitched up fuck ’em
i can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
i’m too too player to put a bitch before my brother
i’m too street smart nigga to serve a undercover
niggas tryna clone a nigga’s shit damn woah
used to drive a hotbox shit lambo
niggas want a handout shit mine broke
i grinded for this shit i grinded for this shit
can’t change on my gang niggas still here
kinda hard to change my ways ’cause the shit real
niggas rappin’ ’bout shit they ain’t even lived
niggas lyin’ i can hear it in their adlibs
i’m poppin’ percocets bitch not advil
it’s kinda fucked up what they did to black damn
if i catch him in the trap i’ma whack him
i catch that boy in traffic nigga i’ma whack him
nigga try to keep up with this fashion
makin’ sure my kids happy
they dependent on their daddy
tryin’ not to let the streets distract me
i know it’s bumps in the road like acne
had to sell dope i couldn’t be an athlete
i’m a solid young nigga you can ask c
the internet ain’t gon’ help you understand me
i’m a street nigga yeah i’m famous
i’m a rapper nigga and i’m gangbangin’
everybody kill a nigga what you claimin’
everybody get it with your nigga flamin’
all these chains on a nigga like i’m stranglin’
ran off with your money nigga guess we straight then
you knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
in the hood everyday i’m hangin’
and i come through when the gang need
and i wear shades so they can’t see
and i pay them lawyers and the bond fees
nigga one thousand i’m beyond g
i put my main bitch inside givenchy
niggas still askin’ can you front me
my old ho sayin’ boy you growed up
promethazine it got a nigga slowed up
too solid pussy niggas can’t disclose us
went and seen eliantte and he froze us
i’m too street to walk around with my nose up
especially to the niggas knew me ‘fore i blowed up
savage mode drop now my price’ll go up
streets cold nigga they ain’t showin’ no love
niggas get in front of judge and they fold up
face shot hit that boy with the whole dub
i’m a street nigga yeah i’m famous
i’m a rapper nigga and i’m gangbangin’
everybody kill a nigga what you claimin’
everybody get it with your nigga flamin’
all these chains on a nigga like i’m stranglin’
ran off with your money nigga guess we straight then
you knockoff gangbangers ain’t bangin’
in the hood everyday i’m hangin’
couple niggas switched up bitched up fuck ’em
i can’t go nowhere without a pistol or a rubber
i’m too too player to put a bitch before my brother
i’m too street smart nigga to serve a undercover
Artist: 21 Savage
Year: 2017
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 333