Cormega, Gunplay - Savages lyrics
[Cormega, Gunplay - Savages lyrics]
In the beast's abdomen sleep is hazardous
When you share air with dealers, fiends
And savages
Savage, Black Sabbath
My automatic now that's damage
Blam blam em for ham sandwich
Feinds, rocks, at the end of broken antennae
In my hood we ain't
Flaggin' with no bandannas
Only bandanna on a face
Behind the damn hammer
Still pull up to the corner
Store with a peel top
Baseheads still asking me if I still got it
Big gun with the little dot
Never saw Arkansas, but I got a Little Rock
Stones bout as clear as some deer park
I pull the oak out and slap
You with the still part
Ain't nothin' poppin' if I ain't poppin'
If the work's off ain't droppin'
You got guns but they ain't choppers
You got goons but they ain't goblins
In the beast's abdomen sleep is hazardous
When you share air with dealers, fiends
And savages
Only lavishness civilizes savages
In my mind is a plan to expand
And get adequate land in Africa
Till then I'm still
Enlightened with rappin'
My word is scripture my
Nerve genuine in character
Realness from dealin’ to the pen
Now I get deals cause my pen is immaculate
Health is wealth, broke niggas are sick
Rappers are liars
I’m a known street nigga that spit's
On the throne with poems or with the
Chrome put holes in expensive clothes
I’m in a different zone presidential suites
Niggas tellin’ when there’s beef
So I’m sendin’ drones
My reputation written in stone not a rapbook
It’s deep how they lives and
They rhymes don’ add up
They legs weak when it’s time to stand up
Real recognize real whether
Triumph or failure
In the beast's abdomen sleep is hazardous
When you share air with dealers, fiends
And savages
When you share air with dealers, fiends
And savages
Savage, Black Sabbath
My automatic now that's damage
Blam blam em for ham sandwich
Feinds, rocks, at the end of broken antennae
In my hood we ain't
Flaggin' with no bandannas
Only bandanna on a face
Behind the damn hammer
Still pull up to the corner
Store with a peel top
Baseheads still asking me if I still got it
Big gun with the little dot
Never saw Arkansas, but I got a Little Rock
Stones bout as clear as some deer park
I pull the oak out and slap
You with the still part
Ain't nothin' poppin' if I ain't poppin'
If the work's off ain't droppin'
You got guns but they ain't choppers
You got goons but they ain't goblins
In the beast's abdomen sleep is hazardous
When you share air with dealers, fiends
And savages
Only lavishness civilizes savages
In my mind is a plan to expand
And get adequate land in Africa
Till then I'm still
Enlightened with rappin'
My word is scripture my
Nerve genuine in character
Realness from dealin’ to the pen
Now I get deals cause my pen is immaculate
Health is wealth, broke niggas are sick
Rappers are liars
I’m a known street nigga that spit's
On the throne with poems or with the
Chrome put holes in expensive clothes
I’m in a different zone presidential suites
Niggas tellin’ when there’s beef
So I’m sendin’ drones
My reputation written in stone not a rapbook
It’s deep how they lives and
They rhymes don’ add up
They legs weak when it’s time to stand up
Real recognize real whether
Triumph or failure
In the beast's abdomen sleep is hazardous
When you share air with dealers, fiends
And savages