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No Heart

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?

Why these niggas cappin' so hard?

Why you got a 12 car garage?

Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?

Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard

I turn that fucking soft into some hard

I grew up in the streets without no heart

I'm praying to my Glock and my cardI sit back and read like Cat in the Hat

21 Savage, the cat with the MAC

21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back

Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats

Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks

I'm a real street nigga bitch

I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax

Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire

Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die

So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July

You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire

Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville

Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like fuck the field

Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield

Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a deal

Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill

I listen to your raps, thought you was hard

You ain't even street for real

Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter

They don't want beef for real

And all these niggas play like they tough

'till a nigga get killed

'till a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled

I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'

"I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't even hating"

So what's up with all that instagram shit?

"Savage I was just playin'"

Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians

Pull up on you, tie your kids up

Pistol whip you while your bitch naked

"Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape"

Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?

Why these niggas cappin' so hard?

Why you got a 12 car garage?

Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?

Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard

I turn that fucking soft into some hard

I grew up in the streets without no heart

I'm praying to my Glock and my cardSo much dope that it broke the scale

They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells

My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale

Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt

Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up

Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up

Niggas actin' like groupies, they don't know us

Little do they know their bitches fuckin' on the tour bus

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?

Why these niggas cappin' so hard?

Why you got a 12 car garage?

Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?

Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard

I turn that fucking soft into some hard

I grew up in the streets without no heart

I grew up in the streets without no heartSo much dope that it broke the scale

They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells

My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale

Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt

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