Savage Days - Eric D

Crash there's a beating in my chest when I remember us Love and my head is like a photo album saving up I miss the way I miss the way of the old days See How the world it keeps on changing try to slow it down Feels Like I'm overwhelmed but now I'm missing you around I miss the way I miss the way of the old days Cus we can't be there anymore Hate to see our memories fade Wish that I could just hold it And even though it's in my mind All I have are pictures of days Can't relive all the moments The moments I miss the way of the old days

I'ma pop this pill, I'ma pop this pill I'ma pop, I'ma pop I'ma pop, I'ma pop I'ma pop this pill I'ma pop this pill, I'ma pop this pill I'ma pop, I'ma pop Lean on the racks I'ma pop I'ma pop this pill Yeah, uh I just seen the opps, finna pop 'em like a pill MONY POWR RSPT, boy, this shit too real Bitch, I'm in the trap beating pots with a deal Got a new pint, finna crack me a seal Everywhere I go gotta keep me a steel Yeah, I'm too high, finna crash, take the wheel Uh, everywhere that I go, gotta keep a Draco Shoot it if I say so (I'ma pop) I get them bags in for the low (I'ma pop) I got a freak bitch, touch your toes (Lean on the racks) If I go broke I'm kicking down doors (I'ma pop) Tell them niggas lay low Yeah, it's 3 a.m, why you calling? Uh 'Cause a young nigga keep on ballin', yeah And you know I got a stick in the party, yeah Got a strap and it's velcroed on me, yeah Gas, lean, on me Choppa folds on me Young nigga shit in the stu, when I'm cooking up Niggas ain't fucking with the mob, ain't good enough Pull up to the strip club and I'm finna fuck it up (Yeah) Big racks on me, with a big Glock 40 Talking that tough shit, gotta show me Busting the brick down with the homies Kick in your door if a nigga owe me Yeah, uh I just seen the opps, finna pop 'em like a pill MONY POWR RSPT, boy, this shit too real Bitch, I'm in the trap beating pots with a deal Got a new pint, finna crack me a seal Everywhere I go gotta keep me a steel Yeah, I'm too high, finna crash, take the wheel Uh, everywhere that I go, gotta keep a Draco Shoot it if I say so I get them bags in for the low I got a freak bitch, touch your toes If I go broke I'm kicking down doors Tell them niggas lay low (Yeah) Uh, I'm twerkin' my wrist when I mix it, uh I'm flexin' like I'm at the finish, yeah And bitch, I'm a menace like Dennis, uh I told her, "Hold up, let me finish", ayy I'm workin' like I'm independent, uh Twenty thousand for the pendant You think that it's easy? It's not, uh Pullin' up in a new drop (Drop) These niggas be cappin' a lot Pull out that (Brrrt), bodies gon' drop Who's talkin' 'bout knots? I got a lot Needin' some crack? It's 'bout to drop I got some (Brrrt), it's 'bout to lock Kick in yo door, all in yo spot Yeah, uh I just seen the opps, finna pop 'em like a pill MONY POWR RSPT, boy, this shit too real Bitch, I'm in the trap beating pots with a deal Got a new pint, finna crack me a seal Everywhere I go gotta keep me a steel Yeah, I'm too high, finna crash, take the wheel Uh, everywhere that I go, gotta keep a Draco Shoot it if I say so I get them bags in for the low I got a freak bitch, touch your toes If I go broke I'm kicking down doors Tell them niggas lay low (Pop)

My father was a drinker and a fiend And one night he goes off crazier than usual Mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself He doesn't like that, not one bit So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it He turns to me and he says, "Why so serious?" We smoke up like everyday I got in with my K Need the packs, I need the bricks Runnin' fast, ándale Makin' money is the race, first place, on relay Made lil mama count that cash, 'cause she know I do not play And if homie move around, shooters gon' light up the place Known killer in your town but with no face, no case, uh, uh I'm off the reefa, pop a pill, a geeker Jumpman on my sneaker, a Sake World believer Ooh, oh, that's your mans? We almost shot that nigga, yeah We almost dropped that nigga, yeah SD get that nigga, yeah D gon' rip that nigga, uh This that gang shit, you better love my gang bitch (Uh) Fake fuckin' with me gon' get me paranoid (Paranoid) I had to cut off these scrubs, cut off these little boys I pulled up in a Maybach, don't make a lot of noise I been playing with Rugers and Glocks like they some toys (Uh) You flex like a hot boy Showin' too much get you shot, boy 40 with a mop, boy You could never kick it on my block, boy And that's that 39 shit (39 shit) ATL 29 shit (29 shit) Thot bitch get me right quick (Uh) You don't want no beef bitch (Uh, yeah, yeah) Thick bitch a keeper (Yeah, yeah) Hot like a uh (Yeah, yeah) Hot like a fever (Yeah, yeah) Hoes off the molly, they lookin' like a tweaker (Yeah, yeah) I'm tweakin' off a Perc (Yeah), lookin' like a lemur (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Gang (Gang) Cutthroat, gang (gang, gang) Sake World, gang (gang, gang) Cutthroat (Cutthroat) Cutthroat, gang Sake World, gang (gang, Sake World) Sake World (Yeah), 29 (Uh) Let's put a smile on that face

Riding with no, Yeah In that 2 door smash (ridin' with no roof) 29 39 hunnit Riding with no roof Smash, dash Riding with no roof Too many hoes I cannot choose ouu Riding with no roof What is that smell? Somebody burning on boof Riding with no roof Sake my gang, that's what I bang that's my crew Riding with no roof (yeah) Hoes wanna fuck me, they wanna steal all my juice Riding with no roof Aye no you can't hang with me rob with me bang with me Pussy boy you do not shoot You sleeping boy why you on snooze You have no clue D Savage up in the booth Plotting on making a mil Signing them deals, no talking, this shit is real Competition wanna lurk, I know it hurt D Savage busy with work Check it out, but I'm riding with no roof Skrt skrt bitch I'm gone did me wrong so bitch we thru Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Riding with no roof Skrrt, smash Riding with no roof You are not cool you are not bool Momma got mad cause I'm ditching school I hang w them goons I hang with gorillas Heavy drug dealers, and hang with the killers I had to leave, the block was too hot Thick lil momma she giving out top I had to change, switch up my ways Look at me now, young nigga get paid These bitches they flirt (1, 2) They pull up my shirt, i treat them like dirt Ok The kush make me burp(1, 2) Ok, Uh you want a verse then send me the beat and pay first Uh, yeah (ridin' with no roof) Savage, yeah Ayy, yeah (ridin' with no roof) Jack, Jack, Jack, graah Jack, young niggas Niggas Jack, shit go bap