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Savages (feat. Sic Transit) Video (MV)






Jay Wolfe - Savages (feat. Sic Transit) Lyrics




Please allow me to show you something
The world we live in
Is quite twisted
From cops abusin human rights
To white woman
Sellin there pussy on the street at night
To make ends meet
I'll shed some light
Where the darkness
Tends to be
What'd you expect from me
I put my life, sweat, and tears in this shit
No time for fear
My careers gonna shift
All I do is break necks
I'ma trainwreck
Overdose on sauce
Then wake up on a plane bitch
Patience
Is what it takes to be king
I run this race
Ya stuck in place
That's why yours is stayin a dream
Quit playin with me
Shits changed
No way around it
Like a seed
I may have sprouted
Diamond ring on my index
I been a threat since birth
Different from these other cats
When I string together words
Bringin heat
Every single time that I speak
Break the thermometer
In space as high as can be

Drugs
Are all we care about these days
Your life's headed straight down the drain
Ya brains useless
I came in yo bitch
Like bang
And now you raise those kids
So savage when I speak or I talk
I
Don't ever know when to stop
I'll always keep pushin
Roll with my squad
You know we huntin any weak pussy
My brother's by the sea
Smokin all the weed puffin
Ya girl is on her knees
And I tell her keep suckin
Pardon me
I'm a shark at sea
Or a star
Far in our galaxy
You will not believe
What's the cost of a breath
If I die
I wonder what's the cause of death
Look in my eyes
I never was a God just a man
Life's in the palm of my hand
You others would trade it all for a gram
Overdose on sauce
I don't understand

Go nuts
Yeah
And give no f*cks
So what
Bitch
You can blow us
Pour up
Some coca cola
Mixed with
Ice and whiskey
Inside
I am empty
Ten times
Five is fifty

Put it on the block
If you f*ck with me
Pull up with to the glock
O in the all black
Murdered out whip
If you try me
Put the gun to ya lips
Then blaow
I'm on the next round
Bitches tryna get down
But i'm tryna go just go
And make this paper now
Only thing I care about is gettin richer
F*ck the crowd hoe
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Please allow me to show you something
The world we live in
Is quite twisted
From cops abusin human rights
To white woman
Sellin there pussy on the street at night
To make ends meet
I'll shed some light
Where the darkness
Tends to be
What'd you expect from me
I put my life, sweat, and tears in this shit
No time for fear
My careers gonna shift
All I do is break necks
I'ma trainwreck
Overdose on sauce
Then wake up on a plane bitch
Patience
Is what it takes to be king
I run this race
Ya stuck in place
That's why yours is stayin a dream
Quit playin with me
Shits changed
No way around it
Like a seed
I may have sprouted
Diamond ring on my index
I been a threat since birth
Different from these other cats
When I string together words
Bringin heat
Every single time that I speak
Break the thermometer
In space as high as can be

Drugs
Are all we care about these days
Your life's headed straight down the drain
Ya brains useless
I came in yo bitch
Like bang
And now you raise those kids
So savage when I speak or I talk
I
Don't ever know when to stop
I'll always keep pushin
Roll with my squad
You know we huntin any weak pussy
My brother's by the sea
Smokin all the weed puffin
Ya girl is on her knees
And I tell her keep suckin
Pardon me
I'm a shark at sea
Or a star
Far in our galaxy
You will not believe
What's the cost of a breath
If I die
I wonder what's the cause of death
Look in my eyes
I never was a God just a man
Life's in the palm of my hand
You others would trade it all for a gram
Overdose on sauce
I don't understand

Go nuts
Yeah
And give no f*cks
So what
Bitch
You can blow us
Pour up
Some coca cola
Mixed with
Ice and whiskey
Inside
I am empty
Ten times
Five is fifty

Put it on the block
If you f*ck with me
Pull up with to the glock
O in the all black
Murdered out whip
If you try me
Put the gun to ya lips
Then blaow
I'm on the next round
Bitches tryna get down
But i'm tryna go just go
And make this paper now
Only thing I care about is gettin richer
F*ck the crowd hoe
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Writer: Dalton Whisenhant, Jonathan Howell
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