[Intro: DJ Drame & The Game]
So I did my research
Turns out the Documentary turns 21 this year
So it's only right we get savage on you niggas
(Gangsta)
Welcome to [?]
Streets been in a frenzy
Game, what happened to 'em?
Shit, I don't know what it is
(Gangsta Grills, you bastards)
[Verse 1: The Game]
Is it rap? Is it cap? Is it [?]? Is it [?]?
'Cause if you in a pool of blood you gon' drown where you at
Two ninas in the front, twin Eagles in the back
Type of shit knock a YN the fuck up out his Scat
And you know we packing heat, we out the oven with the straps
Pull them twelve horses out, you get to bucking on them [?]
And we been about the smoke, slide a blunt up out the pack
My [?] got six nines, we give a fuck about a rap
Y'all niggas let snitching become cool
Y'all let niggas dressing like bitches become cool
And now most of these bitches is run through
If I gotta spin the block, you niggas is done too
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Couple years real niggas gonna get stink
Bitch, I got a MAC-10, none of this mink
Pull up, let it blink, nigga, I don't think
Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink
All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seatbelt
I ain't got no license so I gotta wear my seatbelt
I do the shit myself, nigga, I don't need help
Walk up on 'em with that "God, help me," he a priest now
Couple years real niggas gonna get stink
Real niggas gonna get stink
Couple years real niggas gonna get stink
Real niggas gonna get stink
[Verse 2: The Game]
You can name any rapper on this earth but who better than I?
To go big 'cause even Big wasn't ready to die
So if I catch you in the clouds with your head in the sky
That means you caught slipping, nah, I ain't letting it slide
I got the same mentality as a [?] extra
Meaning I done seen fatalities by the gold necklace
Nigga, I done spent [?] salary on a Rolex
And made dreams come to reality out my old Lexus
So, nigga, miss me with the rodeo
Unless you talking birds and not the ones that say "OVO"
21 next to the 'Drac for the overflow
Move, nigga, can't you see I'm tryna catch the Holy Ghost?
[Chorus: 21 Savage]
Couple years real niggas gonna get stink
Bitch, I got a MAC-10, none of this mink
Pull up, let it blink, nigga, I don't think
Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink
All these guns in the car, I gotta wear a seatbelt
I ain't got no license so I gotta wear my seatbelt
I do the shit myself, nigga, I don't need help
Walk up on 'em with that "God, help me," he a priest now
Couple years real niggas gonna get stink
Real niggas gonna get stink
Couple years real niggas gonna get stink
Real niggas gonna get stink
[Outro: DJ Drama]
Savage, say it ain't so
