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21 Savage

No Heart

by 21 Savage
21 Savage

Biography:

Shayaa Joseph (born 22nd October, 1992), better known by his stage name 21 Savage, is an American rapper born in the UK, but raised in Atlanta.
He is notable for being a 2016 XXL freshman and creating numerous projects with Metro Boomin; one of these was titled Savage Mode, and was released on 17th July 2016.
His first studio album, Issa Album, was released on 7th July 2017, with the multi-platinum single "Bank Account". He eventually earned his first #1 song later that year as a feature on Post Malone's "rockstar".

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21 Savage

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[Hook]
Am
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Am
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Am
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Am
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Am
'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
Am
I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard
Am
I grew up in the streets without no heart
Am
I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon

[Verse 1]
Am
I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
Am
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
Am
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood
But I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
Am
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
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I'm a real street nigga, bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax
Am
Pussy niggas love sneak dissin'
'Til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
Am
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house
Keep shootin' until somebody die
Am
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar
Thought it was Fourth of July
Am
You was with your friends playin' Nintendo
I was playin' 'round with that fire
Am
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Panthersville
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Eighth grade started playin' football
Then I was like fuck the field
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Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out
Nigga like Holyfield
Am
Fast forward nigga, 2016
And I'm screaming fuck a deal
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Bad bitch with me, she so thick
I don't even need a pill
Am
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street for real
Am
Niggas love sneak dissin' on Twitter
They don't want beef for real
Am
And all these niggas play like they tough
'Til a nigga get killed
Am
'Til a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
Am
I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
Am
"I been with you since day one
Savage I ain't even hatin'"
Am
So what's up with all that Instagram shit?
"Savage I was just playin'"
Am
Y'all pussy niggas fakin'
Bitch I hang around them Haitians
Am
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
Am
"Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape"
Am
Yeah, nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

[Hook]
Am
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Am
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Am
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Am
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Am
'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
Am
I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard
Am
I grew up in the streets without no heart
Am
I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon


[Verse 2]
Am
So much dope that it broke the scale
Am
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
Am
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale
Am
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
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Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
Am
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up
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Niggas actin' like groupies, they don't know us
Am
Little do they know their bitches fuckin' on the tour bus

[Hook]
Am
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
Am
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
Am
Why you got a 12 car garage?
Am
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
Am
'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
Am
I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard
Am
I grew up in the streets without no heart
Am
I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon

[Outro]
Am
So much dope that it broke the scale
Am
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
Am
My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale
Am
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt




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