Drake the type of nigga to "trim" down a Memphis legend's verse on his song for no apparent reason. I fw Drake but just like any other rapper who's a stadium artist, some of his decisions are kinda unnecessary on albums
Mr right now was supposed to be on CLB and knife talk was supposed to be on savage mode 2. They shoulda kept pat whole part. 21 explained why it was not on SM2 . “It woulda been another song on SM2. It was on CLB cause that album was love shit”
LYRICS: [Intro: Project Pat & 21 Savage] I gotta feed the streets, my pistol gon' bleed the streets Ski mask on my face, sometimes you got to cheat To stay ahead in this bitch-ard (Gang), drank syrup like it's liquor Street life'll have you catchin' up to God quicker (Yeah, gang) Sticker, AK-40 to your liver Let the chopper bang on you like a Blood or a Cripper (Gang) Flipper, so much bread, I'm a gymnast Made so much money off of dummies, a ventriloquist (Yeah, gang) Or a puppetteer, diamonds in my ear New foreign ride every year, I'm in foreign gear (Gang) Plug show up with the pack, it's gon' disappear Stick shift hustle, I stay in fifth gear (Yeah, gang) [Verse 1: 21 Savage] I'm mister body catcher, Slaughter Gang soul snatcher Ain't no regular F-150, this a fuckin' Raptor No capper, street nigga, not a rapper Chopper hit him and he turned into a booty clapper Smith & Wesson, I'm 4L Gang reppin' We done baptized more niggas than the damn reverend (Yeah) Kappa Alpha, me and my gang, we do all the steppin' Who you checkin'? This FN shoot East to West End (Gang) [Chorus: 21 Savage] Gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on [Verse 2: 21 Savage] I bought a Lambo', I came from a Montecarlo Sellin' elbows, I did it right and went holo' Back in the seventies, I prolly woulda robbed Pablo Have my comprade knock the meat out your taco You sneak dissin', you gon' get some teeth missin' You weak bitches, we raw strip and kill snitches Your bitch diggin', she diggin' all this damn drip and I'm chef sinkin', I pink slip, the ink different We keep blickies, and you know the weed sticky My finger itchy, the Glock like to leave hickeys Your shooters iffy, a street punk could never diss me I come straight up out the 6, and we don't spare sissies Let them bullets fly, sang his ass a lullaby We don't rock-a-bye that baby, hit him in the eye I done let some niggas slide 'cause my show price high It's a couple of you niggas who was 'posed to die [Chorus: 21 Savage] Gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on Nigga, gang shit, that's all I'm on Gang shit, that's all I'm on [Refrain: 21 Savage] Nigga, gang gang Nigga, gang gang Nigga, gang gang Nigga, gang gang Nigga, I'm gang gang Nigga, gang gang Nigga, gang gang Nigga, gang gang, nigga [Bridge: 21 Savage] Let it bang, bang, let it bang, bang 'Til his brains hang and his mama sang And the pastor sang and them bullets sang And them choppers sang and the choir sang [Refrain: 21 Savage with Choir] Nigga gang gang, gang gang, gang gang Nigga gang gang, gang gang, gang gang Nigga gang gang, gang gang, gang gang Nigga gang gang, gang gang, gang gang, nigga [Outro: 21 Savage] Gang Gang
Can't lie. If I'm 21 Savage, I'm moving to the UK. Maybe they'll forget to indict him. Because this shit sounds like a RICO waiting to happen. Hard asf
