My Savages

By Future

On Monster

Released on October 28, 2014

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[Intro]

I be on the phone with Doe Boy, I be telling him

He inspired me to go harder

You know what I'm saying? Real talk

Will-Will-Will-William


[Verse 1]

My savages, my savages, my savages

I'm always dressing fresher than a mannequin

I grew up in a ruthless ass environment

I'm on the phone with Yo, I ask him how the trial went

Thirty-five racks is how my day was spent

I gotta cock it back, that's how my day would get

You got me thinking all these bitches artificial

The way you acting, you must don't respect a real nigga

Roll some herb up, pour some syrup up

They tried to infiltrate us and then betrayed us

I told you way before what happened, they was hating on us

You know when we was jugging for it they was mad at us

Ayy, this a letter for my dawgs, how we let the money get between us?

How we let these bitches get between us?

How we let these niggas get between us?

I got love for all my savages with itchy fingers

I got love but it ain't like the love I got for India

She held me down when I was broke, I got her to infinity

My lil' dawg caught a murder, gone for infinity

Dumping ashes on your obituary, I know you feeling me

R.I.P. my granddad Quick, he should have seen this shit

Twenty thousand on some child support, I seen this shit

Riding around with all them choppers, I done seen this shit

These rappers mad at me, but these niggas ain't doing shit

And I just bought a pound of kush so I can smoke that shit

I went and spent a half a ticket at the dealership

The fame is doing a lot of damage to my friendships

If Esco didn't love me, would've been done jumped ship

And it's the love from my fans got me still here


[Interlude]

Monster, ah

Say I'm Illuminati

They tryna make me catch a body


[Verse 2]

I don't know when I'ma flip, nigga

Get me some codeine and sip, nigga

Big Bank saying wipe a nigga's nose

My girl changed the lock on the doors

Said fuck that shit, poured up a four

Ain't falling in love with no ho

That what you want for me?

That what you really expect?

You thinking I'm sitting up depressed?

I'm somewhere countin' up me a check

I hate I had to fuck with any of you niggas, that's my only regret

Drag the mink on the floor

Put Cuban links on my ho

Ten whips in a row, who would think we were poor?

Who would think we was poor?

There's money laying on the floor

Got some hoes laying on some hoes

Got lil' shawty with me, she a pro

Know she'll never meet another nigga, not another nigga like me

Even if he got a billion dollars, he can't make her cum like me

Who compliment you like me? It better be about an image

Tell me all of this a gimmick, they thought the whips got rented

Because the Spur wasn't tinted, I told 'em ain't got nothing to hide

Told 'em I'm through with the pies

Told 'em fuck all of my wrongs, I don't even write

My savages, my savages, my savages

We gon' leave a nigga stiffer than a mannequin


[Outro]

Free all my niggas incarcerated, you heard me?

Loyal for life, you heard?

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