INTRO Songtext
von Savior
INTRO Songtext
Ayo, it′s my nig, ayo
We in this bitch, haha
Young Savior in the K, you know what I'm talkin′ 'bout?
How many niggas out here feel this?
The mind of a ghetto idealist
I'm hittin′ the gas and straight peelin′ in this rap shit
Lookin' for a Puerto Rican black bitch
Three goals a game, it′s a hat trick
And fuck a mask, the face of death's
What I′m presentin' with a twisted laugh
Bury these rappers underground where the candles at
This for my niggas doin′ time, draped in prison tags
You want the drama, we gon' give it to 'em, tit for tat
A grown bitch was enough in the kissin′ ass
Show you the business first hand, this how pimpin′ happen
You must be crazy you ain't feelin′ that
'Cause Savior′s on the rise to bring the West and the Mid back
It ain't no use in wastin′ time with all that sittin' back
Me and my posse on the grind tryna get the cash
I got what you been missin' and need to listen at
Rushin′ at the game until this bitch collapse
Better block all streets and barricade all doors
′Cause I'm comin′ head huntin', this is what you call war
Know you hope I fall short of my aspirations
Prayin′ for my downfall, right along with Satan
You can keep on hatin', I′ma keep on skatin'
Stay clear out my path, you must've got me mistaken
You rarely see a nigga like this but once a lifetime
Tell the world to put they gloves on, it′s fight time
It′s fight time, rap backs reachin' for a lifeline
It′s my time, it's my shine, a nigga better give me mine
I′m married to the mob, we get paper day and nighttime
I rip mics, I kill mics, you niggas know it's fight time
It′s fight time, rap backs reachin' for a lifeline
It's my time, it′s my shine, a nigga better give me mine
I′m married to the mob, we get paper day and nighttime
I rip mics, I kill mics, you niggas know it's fight time
Put your dukes up, I′m pickin' at you strays and you poop butts
Know what it do, blood, we cuttin′ loose, cuz
Raise the roof up, it's gettin′ hot in herre
Squizzin' these suckers and these busters 'til they outta air
You dudes is out of thurr, you gettin′ dropped in herre
Chickens used to pass me by, now they stop and stare
You know the gossipster, somebody′s always talkin'
Only ′cause I'm on my job and I′m no longer walkin'
You need a stronger office, you must be off that frosting
The only character you know, 23 and bossin′
I'm claimin' crowns like Boston, white people say I′m awesome
Ladies wanna spend the time but it′s gonna cost 'em
Man, I hardly toss ′em, ain't got no love for ′em
Inhale my loins, they get swallowed on my love potion
You see my mug posted on every ghetto wall
Wasn't that long ago, I′m pissin' in the ghetto hall
Laugh now, this is what we keep it ghetto for
East Side Live City made a ghetto star
Young Savior, I gotta keep it ghetto, y'all
I say it once and I′ma speak it raw, ′cause
It's fight time, rap backs reachin′ for a lifeline
It's my time, it′s my shine, a nigga better give me mine
I'm married to the mob, we get paper day and nighttime
I rip mics, I kill mics, you niggas know it′s fight time
It's fight time, rap backs reachin' for a lifeline
It′s my time, it′s my shine, a nigga better give me mine
I'm married to the mob, we get paper day and nighttime
I rip mics, I kill mics, you niggas know it′s fight time
Make money, puff dank and drank to get by
Knockin' comp out the box, stay fly ′til I die
Jumpin' off the high dive, head first in the big bank
My brain′s fuzzy, gives a fuck what a bitch think
My opposition in the bottom of the fish tank
I show a motherfucker how to get bank
I'm up amongst the rich rank early in the mornin'
Money in the pocket when you niggas still yawnin′
Broke and still flossin′, multi-million dollar dreams
Five dollar situation, one trigger and a beam
It's over when I leave, ain′t no room for you to breathe
Supplyin' the consumer with everything you need, ′cause
It's fight time, rap backs reachin′ for a lifeline
It's my time, it's my shine, a nigga better give me mine
I′m married to the mob, we get paper day and nighttime
I rip mics, I kill mics, you niggas know it′s fight time
It's fight time, rap backs reachin′ for a lifeline
It's my time, it′s my shine, a nigga better give me mine
I'm married to the mob, we get paper day and nighttime
I rip mics, I kill mics, you niggas know it′s fight time
We in this bitch, haha
Young Savior in the K, you know what I'm talkin′ 'bout?
How many niggas out here feel this?
The mind of a ghetto idealist
I'm hittin′ the gas and straight peelin′ in this rap shit
Lookin' for a Puerto Rican black bitch
Three goals a game, it′s a hat trick
And fuck a mask, the face of death's
What I′m presentin' with a twisted laugh
Bury these rappers underground where the candles at
This for my niggas doin′ time, draped in prison tags
You want the drama, we gon' give it to 'em, tit for tat
A grown bitch was enough in the kissin′ ass
Show you the business first hand, this how pimpin′ happen
You must be crazy you ain't feelin′ that
'Cause Savior′s on the rise to bring the West and the Mid back
It ain't no use in wastin′ time with all that sittin' back
Me and my posse on the grind tryna get the cash
I got what you been missin' and need to listen at
Rushin′ at the game until this bitch collapse
Better block all streets and barricade all doors
′Cause I'm comin′ head huntin', this is what you call war
Know you hope I fall short of my aspirations
Prayin′ for my downfall, right along with Satan
You can keep on hatin', I′ma keep on skatin'
Stay clear out my path, you must've got me mistaken
You rarely see a nigga like this but once a lifetime
Tell the world to put they gloves on, it′s fight time
It′s fight time, rap backs reachin' for a lifeline
It′s my time, it's my shine, a nigga better give me mine
I′m married to the mob, we get paper day and nighttime
I rip mics, I kill mics, you niggas know it's fight time
It′s fight time, rap backs reachin' for a lifeline
It's my time, it′s my shine, a nigga better give me mine
I′m married to the mob, we get paper day and nighttime
I rip mics, I kill mics, you niggas know it's fight time
Put your dukes up, I′m pickin' at you strays and you poop butts
Know what it do, blood, we cuttin′ loose, cuz
Raise the roof up, it's gettin′ hot in herre
Squizzin' these suckers and these busters 'til they outta air
You dudes is out of thurr, you gettin′ dropped in herre
Chickens used to pass me by, now they stop and stare
You know the gossipster, somebody′s always talkin'
Only ′cause I'm on my job and I′m no longer walkin'
You need a stronger office, you must be off that frosting
The only character you know, 23 and bossin′
I'm claimin' crowns like Boston, white people say I′m awesome
Ladies wanna spend the time but it′s gonna cost 'em
Man, I hardly toss ′em, ain't got no love for ′em
Inhale my loins, they get swallowed on my love potion
You see my mug posted on every ghetto wall
Wasn't that long ago, I′m pissin' in the ghetto hall
Laugh now, this is what we keep it ghetto for
East Side Live City made a ghetto star
Young Savior, I gotta keep it ghetto, y'all
I say it once and I′ma speak it raw, ′cause
It's fight time, rap backs reachin′ for a lifeline
It's my time, it′s my shine, a nigga better give me mine
I'm married to the mob, we get paper day and nighttime
I rip mics, I kill mics, you niggas know it′s fight time
It's fight time, rap backs reachin' for a lifeline
It′s my time, it′s my shine, a nigga better give me mine
I'm married to the mob, we get paper day and nighttime
I rip mics, I kill mics, you niggas know it′s fight time
Make money, puff dank and drank to get by
Knockin' comp out the box, stay fly ′til I die
Jumpin' off the high dive, head first in the big bank
My brain′s fuzzy, gives a fuck what a bitch think
My opposition in the bottom of the fish tank
I show a motherfucker how to get bank
I'm up amongst the rich rank early in the mornin'
Money in the pocket when you niggas still yawnin′
Broke and still flossin′, multi-million dollar dreams
Five dollar situation, one trigger and a beam
It's over when I leave, ain′t no room for you to breathe
Supplyin' the consumer with everything you need, ′cause
It's fight time, rap backs reachin′ for a lifeline
It's my time, it's my shine, a nigga better give me mine
I′m married to the mob, we get paper day and nighttime
I rip mics, I kill mics, you niggas know it′s fight time
It's fight time, rap backs reachin′ for a lifeline
It's my time, it′s my shine, a nigga better give me mine
I'm married to the mob, we get paper day and nighttime
I rip mics, I kill mics, you niggas know it′s fight time
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