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I'm a savage

Skinny nigga but I'm still big body
You wanna battle? Can't nobody drop me
Nigga really on fire like a taki 
Self made and the boy rock

you in a graveyard
All these drugs
It got me feelin' like I owe ya'll
When I was broke
I couldn't even get no phone call
Now, they see me ball
Don't

drama dem commas gone speak 4 it 
You owe me money I pull up wit heat 4 it
Cops got my brother but ima just keep going 
You feed me bullshit and lies I

gotta hype the track
And what I mean by me fighting on, my life is gone
I tried to right my wrongs, now I gotta write this song
I tried to relapse but

you couldn't even help me out,

All I could is rob a store to get some money  but I ain't finna do that,

You owe me some money but I ain't finna say it

dey
I no too get strength make i fight my pain 

Okoro no fit take man peace 
By force I must to make that cheese 
And you no go fit to stop my steeze

to infinity,
Flow tighter than a genie's lamp, there's no stoppin' me, respectfully.

(Got it, got it)

Drive by in my five-point-oh, shatterin' yours and livin'

See I'm the apple of God's eyes
He treasure me no be lie
I'm so precious in His sight
His precious blood made me right
Hmm…
Na who be the boss
Na You be

them real ones who kept it a hunnid
When I make it out the Lu, you'll get yours in abundance
Them people I confronted
Who thought of me as redundant

on now
I ain't got two left feet
Girl I know how to step
Cha cha two steps to the left
It's a party over here
Na we runnnjng out of breath
Owe me one more

that u got don’t excite me 

I need something alil more spicy 
I don’t really see what I hype be 

U don’t like me well bitch come and fight me 

But

buyer (How)
I could put you onto game
Let me run these plans by ya
Funny y'all tried to throw me under the track
Got rammed prior
But I'm an Aries baby

on my heels
Feels like judgement day I’ve been asking God to grant appeals
Been a god MC before NAS had mass appeal
Holy mother of God tell me have you

him
You a worker or a dreamer
You a twerker or a singer na I'm playin' witcha
If you don't mind I'ma give you a call and if I like your conversation

Ehsaan hai mujhpe tumara, chuute na yeh saat hamara
[I owe you big time, may we never loose each other]

Now let's start, at the beginning,
before I

Matter go ease yeah
No time to dey beg you, based On 2 by 2 I fit knack you, carry Your cross for my head omo Jesu
Paying my bills Omo Tellan no Owe you

Oi P it's your round
Na it's your round
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get

(respect)
Just cause I don't use metaphors don't mean I ain't fire (na uh)
Try me test ya luck you'll find out that I'm that guy
Spiritually favored, you

of them
Caught up with the Brand again
Homie, what the fuck is you
A man or a mannequin?
Walked the walk so fly they call me Anakin
2016 the people's champ

wrote it
And I'm stoic I'm about to go in
All the weird vibes people throw me
You ain't gotta say it 'cuz you show me
But it's cool don't nobody owe me

Off these mother fuckers that I'm tryna kill, but
Fuck 'em all boy, I don't care bitch, they can all go to hell
You can take an L, while you hangin' by

The microphone pleaser

Haters, shove it up your keister
Here comes the new me
Life after death, like it's Easter
Baby, spoon the workers, take you to the cleaners

bust
When e bust
When e bust
People dey delete

Men go stab your back ask you why you dey bleed
Their plan na to bury me but Erigga na seed
Iffa dey yan

(Cough)
High chances I rip this up
If were you I would tell me to stop
'Cause when I get hot I leave the rest to rot
Left to mingle like a melting