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