Released on January 1, 2017

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My home girl a stripper she stack mad paper

We’re both morally corrupt but she get paid for it

How ironic, oxymoronic, pussy for profit

And me (ooh) I just get off it

I’m having second thoughts about the dope game

Maybe I just ought to invest in cocaine

Young and naïve, the dream is delayed but never denied

I’m on my own stage

I spent a whole season, behind closed doors

That’ll be the sole reason I’m on some great tours

My ex girl (ooh) she Ethiopian

I’m going in raw, tie them fallopians

I grapple with censorship cos I’m an artist

I finish her with a pile driver like Batiste

We talking Morse code, by the cross roads

We had a lot of love but we were both broke

Spirits lift me up like Nelson Mandela

African born, Australian fella

I guess I’m robbin’ islands I just cope

Behind bars with no hope is no joke

The irony of wearing a Jesus piece

To attract hoes in Christian to get a piece

R.I.P to these old ass dreams

I’m on stage can you hear these screams (yeah)


[Pre Hook]

Give me all the hype cos I’ma cold one in the game

Nobody’s my type these days their all the fucken same

I curve ‘em all fast ‘fore they get the chance to play me

No, no, nobody plays me uh

And I spend my time like my money

Lot of time saved I’m a bossed up honey


[Hook]

You should cop this; I’m a mother fucken savage (aye aye aye)

You know when I drop this

I’ma have you singing aye aye aye

You’re the ones to talk shit

Three on average (aye aye aye)

Got a millie that’s my profit

Know the skully’s in your closet

Better watch it with your ey- ey-eyes


[Verse 2 ]

Too many sins in my DM

Too many broken hearted women catching Ubers from my BM

Savage uh I flip cabbage and I swag in Saint Laurent glasses

She says I user, abuse her

My heart stone cold but she’s Medusa

When heart speaks I don’t listen

Soon as she talks vows I’m gone abort mission


[Bridge]

Say aye aye aye like a pirate now go overboard for me

Do it the way I desire make your vocal cords scream

When my ship begins to sink, devil pours me a drink

I tell ‘em I tell ‘em I tell ‘em


[Hook]

You should cop this; I’m a mother fucken savage (aye aye aye)

You know when I drop this

I’ma have you singing aye aye aye

You’re the ones to talk shit

Three on average (aye aye aye)

Got a millie that’s my profit

Know the skully’s in your closet

Better watch it with your ey- ey-ey-eyes