Treacherous

[Intro] Chase Davis on the beat, yeah When I talk, I like to talk to souls Drop that shit [Verse 1] Knife in my back, hit a artery Home invasion to a robbery And I told you, give me honesty You filed my taxes, got me audited You hang with them, I don't want part of it You wanna fake 'cause you ain't start with me I said sorry but you started it You confused, you can't hang with us I put the dope in a Ziploc They stole my style, wow What the fuck happened to hip-hop? Free Sheety, he gave me the Crip walk My brothers addicted to stick talk The J's addicted to fentanyl I count up a check, I got big talk 41 M on a wrist watch Careers be goin' on a rapture Frontier was hurting my back I was dyin', now I'm flyin' private I put my gang over the whole mob, I told them niggas I'm biased Black truck came with a drive through My name, it came with the violence My name, it come with the violence My name, it come with the sirens My niggas got grills like Pyrex Kid drill was a fire fighter On the corner, we was fightin' fire In Chicago, I was at a rival Gettin' picked up in a Stryker You can tell that I don't like you You can tell I'm gon' try you [Chorus] Yeah, this for the savages This for the savages, this for the savages This shit treacherous This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous This for the savages This for the savages, this for the savages This shit treacherous This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous [Verse 2] You don't know what the fame took Ain't been on the land in like two years Why they got me in the gang book? But I ride with the same hood And this money won't change nothin' Told bro, open the lane for me Don't give up my name, beloved You fuckin' a lame, beloved Her rib got my name above it Kiss Bernice on the cheek, I'm bogus for it (Sorry) And I be takin' narcotics A big shoot out on Cottage Dropped out, ain't make it to college I'm not no good role model I like to take care of my toddler Send money to jail for my partners You don't think I'm a a major artist Even though I got plaques and charted Swallow crack, I had to vomit Gotta do it 'cause the police comin' I'm from where it's rainin' bullets Nasty hoes don't wear condoms Where the street niggas support your talent Where the street niggas say you valid California Queen from a pallet And I had to get full of a salad From the home of the gangsters You ain't never say thank you Only The Family, the label I went to school for the cable [Chorus] This for the savages This for the savages, this for the savages This shit treacherous This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous This for the savages This for the savages, this for the savages This shit treacherous This shit treacherous, this shit treacherous