Southside, Lil Durk - Save Me lyrics

(Ayy Southside, where you get all that drip?)
Nah, nah

I been grippin' pistols
I been cuttin' niggas drank
I been puttin' stickers
On the bottom of the Drac'
I put the city on my back
I can't really get a "Thanks"
I claimed niggas was my dawgs
They turned out to be the jakes
Came in a thousand times before my daughter
I was shootin' blanks

Could you really, really save me? (Save me)
Could you really, really save me? (Save)
Could you really, really save me?

Trench baby
I was on my last with my fifth baby
Rent, cable, couldn't pay with cards
It was disabled
Gotta build a relationship with your kids
Whenеver a bitch hate you
Talk about you like you ain't shit
Likе we ain't save you
Every time I'm tryna go pay your
Bond whenever they reinstate you
I won't believe no rumors
That nigga snitch 'cause I ain't
Even see no paper
Street niggas'll never get tapped on the back
Whenever they see us make it
My dawg be talkin' 'bout one of my dawgs
I'm like that shit is crazy
You ain't got to be top notch everywhere
You could be trenches famous
These niggas be talkin' 'bout who they
Killed that shit be entertainment
Sit back, laugh, and talkin' 'bout how we
Came from the basement
And I don't be carin' 'bout
The next nigga, shit, the trenches made me

I been grippin' pistols
I been cuttin' niggas drank
I been puttin' stickers
On the bottom of the Drac'
I put the city on my back
I can't really get a "Thanks"
I claimed niggas was my dawgs
They turned out to be the jakes
Came in a thousand times before my daughter
I was shootin' blanks

Could you really, really save me? (Save me)
Could you really, really save me? (Save)
Could you really, really save me?

I gave you a thousand dollars on
Brother times a lot of times
They ask me what I want in return
I told 'em a lot of slidin'
I was down on my back, I ain't wanna ask
That's just a part of pride
I never let go, never ever, I lock down
Who gon' ride when you at
Your lowest? From the guys
I don't feel no harm head down
I pray with my palms and I cry
When I play with my son
When it's time, you better not run
Man down on St Lawrence
They dyin', they backdoorin'
They tryin' and they know it
From the streets, you go through courses
Gun down with no remorses
Real love, ain't gon' force it
Real love can be torture
Eight bars off endorsement, not a gang
This shit corporate
Public defendants is actin' like a lawyer
I'm The Voice, I don't hear voices

I been grippin' pistols
I been cuttin' niggas drank
I been puttin' stickers
On the bottom of the Drac'
I put the city on my back
I can't really get a "Thanks"
I claimed niggas was my dawgs
They turned out to be the jakes
Came in a thousand times before my daughter
I was shootin' blanks

Could you really, really save me? (Save me)
Could you really, really save me? (Save)
Could you really, really save me?