No Heart

[Hook]
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Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
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Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
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Why you got a 12 car garage?
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Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
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'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
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I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard
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I grew up in the streets without no heart
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I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon
 
[Verse 1]
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I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
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21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
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21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood
But I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
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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
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Pussy niggas love sneak dissin'
'Til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
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Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house
Keep shootin' until somebody die
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So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar
Thought it was Fourth of July
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You was with your friends playin' Nintendo
I was playin' 'round with that fire
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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
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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
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I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
You ain't even street for real
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Niggas love sneak dissin' on Twitter
They don't want beef for real
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And all these niggas play like they tough
'Til a nigga get killed
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'Til a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
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I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
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"I been with you since day one
Savage I ain't even hatin'"
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So what's up with all that Instagram shit?
"Savage I was just playin'"
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Y'all pussy niggas fakin'
Bitch I hang around them Haitians
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Pull up on you, tie your kids up
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
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"Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape"
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Yeah, nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes
 
[Hook]
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Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
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Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
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Why you got a 12 car garage?
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Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
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'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
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I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard
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I grew up in the streets without no heart
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I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon
 
 
[Verse 2]
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So much dope that it broke the scale
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They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
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My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale
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Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
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Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
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Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up
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Niggas actin' like groupies, they don't know us
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Little do they know their bitches fuckin' on the tour bus
 
[Hook]
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Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
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Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
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Why you got a 12 car garage?
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Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
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'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
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I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard
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I grew up in the streets without no heart
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I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon
 
[Outro]
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So much dope that it broke the scale
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They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
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My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale
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Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt