Carlos The Don - Freshman Savage

I ain't a saint you dig?
Cash in the safe, we rich
You don't want no problems
Then step off the plate
I came and gave me the rap game a taste
No I ain't leaving till pockets is paid
Now I'm right here and I'm up in your face
Yuh
Freshman
Savage
Freshman
Savage
Homies is tweaking, they average
Ain't got money cus y'all spend it all on a bad bitch
Not gonna lie, that's some sad shit
I just be counting my stacks shit
Y'all sucking on toes like it's Fiji
My brothers is paid, like I'm Luigi
Next year a Mercedes, a green jeep
Freshman
Savage
Y'all making money on only fans
Your momma ain't proud
No she's not a fan
Your ho up on there she's your only fan
When you wanna clap she act like a clam
But when I wanna fuck
She open up damn
She wanted the money, the weed and the xans
You gave her a test
And she failed the exam
I might fuck your next one
She'll fail in advance
Freshman
Savage
Freshman
Savage
So what did you want from me?
A little bit of magic
Or maybe some alchemy
I can turn bars and sick beats
Into money B
I manifest everything in my destiny
Law of attraction is real
And I'm making it work for me!
Freshman Savage
Freshman Savage

Written by:
Carlos Dionicio

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