Lordxsindo - savage mode

I get tired of n*****
In the same old mindset

Fuck I look like stopping
Bitch I'm brought up from the projects

Notepad full pain imma let you see beyond that
Keep a g3 nine case a n**** want some combat

Where I'm from you know
Them drillas creep

Never lacking
Bitch I'm packing

Gotta keep my heat
Bitch I'm LX

My bros kick doors
If you think its sweet

Imma make my cash
Then do the dash

An book a hotel suite
Goldie cali called my phone

So you know its time too eat
Streets been tryna box me in

But bitch I got the keys
I been hungry for soo long

Don't bring no baby plate too me
N***** wanna see me down

But soon they gon look up too me
Grew up too them smith and Wessons

Now its p's and ecstasy
I got damaged memories

Of people dying in my sleep
I was damn near homeless

Tryna stay focus on being me
Cut a lot people off now I'm bogus Okay I see

You just want me temporarily
Then drop me at yo peak
You ain't bro you just a hoe

And too be real that shit was weak
No diploma

Feel its over
Man this shit it got me beat I been down

For too long I gotta stand on my two feet

I get tired of n*****
In the same old mindset

Fuck I look like stopping
Bitch I'm brought up from the projects

Notepad full pain imma let you see beyond that
Keep a g3 nine case a n**** want some combat

I get tired of n*****
In the same old mindset

Fuck I look like stopping
Bitch I'm brought up from the projects

Notepad full pain imma let you see beyond that
Keep a g3 nine case a n**** want some combat

This ain't no motivation
Speech

This is me speaking for me
God he spoke too me last night

An told me son tie up yo cleats
You one of my lil' soldiers

Son you can't accept defeat
So anytime you down an on yo last

Son just look straight up too me
You got missions

Too complete
You be you

You can't be beat
Remember all them cold nights

I was thinking too myself
Like once i put this work in

I just know I'm touching wealth
Everybody hands up in the pot

They in it for they self
I got judist at my table

Man I'm asking you for help
Through the eye of the storms

Blood gon shed and so will wealth
Imma keep applying pressure too the pain that I once dealt

I'm a champion with this rap shit heavyweight I need a belt
Wavy like them ocean waves i got drip like Michael Phelps

Gang

Written by:
Eric travis

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