Savya Worldwide - A Millie

It's a blessing more than anything but you still got to remind niggas though
Still got to let a nigga know, who the fuck you is

When you're being honest, they gon' say you're hating
But if they knew the truth, they'd appreciate it
Had to regroup, had to get creative
Put family first and I wouldn't trade it
I was really trapping, trying to get situated
They was really acting, just for the entertainment
But look who's laughing, look who's liberated
Got put in them shackles and still never gave statements
They yell from the rafters and the shit feel amazing
Only hated by rappers and that's cause they clout chasing
As far as I made it, man how could they doubt Bey Bey
Figured it out and I did it without majors
Partying loud cause I ain't got neighbors
Fly out of town, for meetings in skyscrapers
I was selling that yay, ignoring the naysayers
Thinking, that I'll make 'em pay cause one day they'll need favors
Worldwide, it's hard to reach Savya
Northside, still in the hood daily
But I stuck with it, they was saying that we crazy
But, I just don't get it or is it just me maybe

How could doubt me
And, you know little about me
Trying to do shit without me
That's a million and counting
How could they doubt me

I did it for Derchi and the niggas around me
Still in the hood, cause that's where they found me
We ain't with all that talking, I'm gon' get you from round me
And I bet that I'm walking, I'll just sit in the county
Put all of my chains on
Use to put on the same clothes
Still got the same bros
Cause we had all the same goals
We did shit we ain't proud of but you know how the game goes
Use to run up in houses, quit playing, you know what we came fo'
Still gutter, my niggas still hold me back
Saying, brodie it's nothing just know that we can't go back
They burned down the hood but we gon' change all that
They never meant us no good, so I never pay no tax
My nigga got life and he got kids, I'm like, what can I do
Pay for his appeal, so he can live, my nigga I got you
And we know what it is, he say all the time, be happy it's not you
And you still kept it real, that's what they gon' feel, that's why they behind you
Not on me, it's in me, still wearing these plain clothes
And you balled out in Gucci to fuck on some lame hoes
They kill in my city, we can't let the pain go
To have all y'all with me and run up a billie, swear I'll let the fame go
But how could you doubt me

Written by:
Melvyn Felton II

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