Savya Worldwide - Album OTW

How you're on but you're sneak dissing
How that's your girl when you're kissing
You call my phone when your freak missing
But I don't talk on phones, you can keep snitching
Listen, we got guns we don't rap about
So, we're not the ones you should rap about
I'm on the run right now cause I bonded out
One hundred thousand dollars, anybody know my whereabouts
My mama knew the plug, I was born in
Got the pistol in the club, I knew the doorman
Never needed V.I.P. to feel important
Never ever stood in line for some Jordans
Riding foreign but I swear I never left the country
You had a show but they never let you see the money
They never caught me slipping, they just saw me running
Fuck a bitch on top of money, I can see her coming
I really do it, I can brag about it
A couple millionaires know me, you can ask about me
You google me, it's all good things
A six figure rapper but I could sing
I sold dope, I ain't proud of it
I'm just happy that my son could get a smile from it
Album on the way, I may never drop
I make a song everyday cause I'm Hip-hop

I started rapping back when crack hit
That's why them trappers love my old shit
Illuminati Bey, Illuminati Bey
Album on the way, Album on the way
Had a few bitches that paid me
Dodged a few bullets God saved me
Illuminati Bey, Illuminati Bey
Album on the way, Album on the way

A million streams with no budget
You don't got to like it if they love it
You a public figure, you ain't thugging
I just want the figures, I ain't public

Written by:
Melvyn Felton II

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