Future - My Savages lyrics

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[Future - My Savages 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 rIP 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
They tryna make me catch a body

I don't know when I'ma flip, nigga
Get me some codeine and sip, nigga
Big Bank saying wipe a nigga's nose
My girl changed the lock on the doors
Said fuck that shit, poured up a four
Ain't falling in love with no ho
That what you want for me?
That what you really expect?
You thinking I'm sitting up depressed?
I'm somewhere countin' up me a check
I hate I had to fuck with any of you niggas
That's my only regret
Drag the mink on the floor
Put Cuban links on my ho ten whips in a row
Who would think we were poor?
Who would think we was poor?
There's money laying on the floor
Got some hoes laying on some hoes
Got lil' shawty with me, she a pro
Know she'll never meet another nigga
Not another nigga like me
Even if he got a billion dollars
He can't make her cum like me
Who compliment you like me? It
Better be about an image
Tell me all of this a gimmick
They thought the whips got rented
Because the Spur wasn't tinted
I told 'em ain't got nothing to hide
Told 'em I'm through with the pies
Told 'em fuck all of my wrongs
I don't even write
My savages, my savages, my savages
We gon' leave a nigga
Stiffer than a mannequin

Free all my niggas incarcerated
You heard me? Loyal for life, you heard?
Freeband Gang we global now

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