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jaydotsavage - "backdoorz & crosses" كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(touchoftrent be wildin’ with it)
yeah…
savage in this b_tch
you know how the f_ck i’m comin’

[verse 1]
i poured a six inside the tesla, then i crashed it swervin’
thought he was my twin, but that p_ssy n_gga steady servin’
i seen the red flags flyin’, but i kept on curvin’
heard he snitchin’ in that case, b_tch, that paper urgent
bah—caught him close range, brains on the dash
ain’t no back and forth, we ain’t typin’, we just let it blast
he dropped the stick in the chase, d_mn, bro, that ain’t gon’ last
this ain’t no madden, this real life, f_ck around and crash
i took my pain, stuffed it deep, now i move robotic
copped a .40 and a drum, b_tch, i feel psychotic
b_tch tried to line mе with a hug, i ain’t trust n0body
had to learn that love be fakе, it come with bodies
pop a blue, stare at the ceilin’, they don’t know my thoughts
told my shorty i’m outside, even when i’m lost
i built a bond with some demons, but i paid the cost
them same n_ggas i gave bread, they just double_crossed
f_ck the fame, i just want peace, but i sleep with a stick
all that real sh_t get you k!lled, so i move like a l!ck
bought my brother a chain, not ’cause he asked for sh_t
but ’cause he took that case quiet, stood tall, never switched
i seen too many n_ggas fold when the heat on
he was pressin’ charges while we prayed with our t’s on
tryna find god, but i’m deep in the smoke
had to cut my blood off, he turned out a joke
[interlude]
yeah…
this that real pain, that street pain
real trench talk
can’t fake this sh_t

[verse 2]
i remember when it was me, him, and four pipes
now he talkin’ to the feds, that’s that ho type
sayin’ “free me,” while he told? nah, that’s no stripes
we was brothers in the field—now it’s long nights
never f_cked that opp b_tch, i just played the route
but i knew she was a rat, put that glizzy in her mouth
they say “sav, you changed,” nah, b_tch, i grew
ain’t no love in my chest, just a heart tattoo
my dawg doin’ thirty flat, never seen a p_ssy
still yellin’ “gang,” but the ones out here move like rookies
seen his paperwork—sh_t, i felt like pukin’
said he love us, but told them boys we shootin’
this life ain’t sweet, this life get rough
a perc and a stick, that’s how i cope with stuff
and these b_tches, they fake, they don’t love no thug
they just want the clout, then they ghost with a scrub
i’m the one that made it out without suckin’ up
never begged for a feature, i just knuckled up
every time i close my eyes, i see that cell gate
that’s why i move like it’s war, never show faith
[outro]
yeah, i talk to the trenches ’cause that’s who i’m for
i ain’t rappin’ ’bout bentleys, bro sleepin’ on floors
these n_ggas talk tough, but ain’t spin no score
i lost too much to be laughin’ with wh0res
when i say i’m the voice, i don’t mean just rap
i mean i spit pain that’ll twist your cap
they feel that sh_t in the yard, on the bunk, in the trap
you talk struggle, i lived it, that’s facts
yeah…
jaydotsavage
voice of the jungle
savage mode, b_tch

- jaydotsavage

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