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Future - My Savages Lyrics

I be on the phone with Doe Boy
I be telling him, he inspired me to go harder
Know what I'm saying, real talk
My savages, my savages, my savages
I’m always dressing fresher than a mannequin
I grew up in a ruthless ass environment
I’m on the phone with yo, I ask him how the trial went
35 racks is how my day was spent
I gotta cock it back, that’s how my day would get
You got me thinking all these bitches artificial
The way you acting you must don’t respect a real nigga
Roll some herb up, pour some syrup up
They tried to infiltrate us and then betrayed us
I told you way before what happened they was hating on us
You know when we was juuging for it they was mad at us
Aye, this a letter for my dogs
How we let the money get between us
How we let these bitches get between us
How we let these niggas get between us
I got love for all my savages with itchy fingers
I got love but it ain’t like the love I got for India
She held me down when I was broke, I got her to infinity
My lil dog caught a murder, gone for infinity
Dumping ashes on your obituary, I know you feeling me
RIP my GrandDad Quick, he should have seen this shit
20 thousand O’s of child support, I seen that shit
Riding round with all them choppers, I done seen this shit
These rappers mad at me but these niggas ain’t doing shit
And I just bought a pound of kush so I can smoke that shit
I went and spent a half a ticket at the dealership
The fame is doing a lot of damage to my friendships
If Esco didn’t love me would’ve been done jumped ship
And it’s the love from my fans got me still here

Monster!
Say I’m Illuminati, they tryna make me catch a body

I don’t know when I'ma flip, nigga
Get me some codeine and sip, nigga
Big bank saying wipe a nigga’s nose, my girl changed the lock on the doors
Before this shit pour up a fo', ain't falling in love with no ho
That what you want for me? That what you really expect?
You thinking I’m sitting up depressed?
I'm somewhere countin' up me a check
I hate I had to fuck with any of you niggas, that’s my only regret
Drag the mink on the floor
The Cuban links on my ho
Ten whips in a row, who would think we were poor?
Who would think we was poor?
There’s money laying on the floor
Got some hoes laying on some hoes
Got a shawty with me, she a pro
No she’ll never meet another nigga not another nigga like me
Even if he got a billion dollars he can’t make her cum like me
Who compliment you like me? It better be about an image
Tell me all of this a gimmick, they thought the whips got rented
Because the Spurs weren't tinted, I told em ain't got nothing to hide
I told em I’ll do with the pies, told em fuck all of my roles, I don’t even write

My savages, my savages, my savages
We gone leave a nigga stiffer than a mannequin
Free all my niggas incarcerated, you heard?
Loyal for life, you heard?
Free band gang! We global now