Boldy James, ​billy woods, Gabe ’Nandez - Sauvage lyrics

I guess not

Real observant in split-second decisions
Quick to kill a merchant (brr)
Child of God, might stray away at times
Though I'm still a servant (Blockworks)
In the hood with the hoodlums
Where the killers purgin'
Niggas workin' with the Agency
Makin' me really nervous
In the hills so far
Can't even get no service out of range
Learned the tricks to the trade
And all the inner workings
(the ins and outs) dug down in my soul and
Did some soul searchin' (yeah)
All I found was a police
Report for a missin' person (uh)
Every time I pay the connect
Make a bigger purchase
Tryna run this bag up
Fuck buying them bitches purses
(fuck that ho) mirror image of the block
I paint a picture perfect
Our father who art in heaven
All a nigga worship (our father)
Movin' at a slow pace
I used to get discouraged
All gas, no brakes, never did reverse it
(skrrt skrrt) freestylin' on that road
Never did rehearse it
On the janky promoter's tour
Through the Chitlin' Circuit where we at?
Game time

Dre shot his uncle for beatin' his mom
Beat the case
Started eleventh grade like nothin' was wrong
A few classmates made the news
Police pursuit's reg flew off the dirt bike
Like a carton of eggs
Came back stutterin' with a limp and
A dent in his head
Beautiful dreams he said he had
When he was dead, twice on the table
On the bright side
They only gave him house arrest
Once they seen he disabled (good lawyer)
Some couldn't wait to kick they kids out
Others had to do it 'fore
Gangs shot up the house
Annie used to lock her little brother in his
Room and we'd fuck on the couch
Doggie she didn't like to kiss on the mouth
Switched schools, the rumors was gettin' loud
Men hate women
Make up lies and spread 'em around
I grew up on the line 'tween north and south
I95, two airports, triangular trade routes
E'rything we say mispronounced
Flipped and bounced
Use the wrong word on the phone?
SIM cards are switchin' out
Superstitious, cut my face out the pictures
Apartment complex a speed bump
For the stick-ups
E'rything smooth but the gun just hiccuped
Central American ubermensches in the
Bed of a pickup building prefab duplexes
Human traffic like Department of Corrections
Godless savages, fishbone necklaces

No collar on my neck, no secret (Sauvage)
Kamikaze jets, no leashes (Orage)
Domino effect, no sequence (Dommage)
Holla at me man, no meekness
No collar on my neck, no secret (Sauvage)
Kamikaze jets, no leashes (Orage)
Domino effect, no sequence (Dommage)
Holla at me man, no meekness

It gets in your blood, doesn't it?
What does? Kingship
I haven't noticed it when I bleed