Lyrics
I be on the phone with Doe Boy, I be telling him
He inspired me to go harder
You know what I'm saying? Real talk
Will-Will-Will-William
My savages, my savages, my savages
I'm always dressing fresher than a mannequin
I grew up in a ruthless ass environment
I'm on the phone with Yo, I ask him how the trial went
Thirty-five racks is how my day was spent
I gotta cock it back, that's how my day would get
You got me thinking all these bitches artificial
The way you acting
You must don't respect a real nigga
Roll some herb up, pour some syrup up
They tried to infiltrate us and then betrayed us
I told you way before what happened
They was hating on us
You know when we was jugging for it
They was mad at us
Ayy, this a letter for my dawgs
How we let the money get between us?
How we let these bitches get between us?
How we let these niggas get between us?
I got love for all my savages with itchy fingers
I got love but it ain't like the love I got for India
She held me down when I was broke
I got her to infinity
My lil' dawg caught a murder
Gone for infinity
Dumping ashes on your obituary
I know you feeling me
R.I.P. my granddad Quick
He should have seen this shit
Twenty thousand on some child support
I seen this shit
Riding around with all them choppers
I done seen this shit
These rappers mad at me
But these niggas ain't doing shit
And I just bought a pound of kush
So I can smoke that shit
I went and spent a half a ticket
At the dealership
The fame is doing a lot of damage
To my friendships
If Esco didn't love me
Would've been done jumped ship
And it's the love from my fans got me still here
Monster, ah
Say I'm Illuminati