growing up with some boys, them thugs i use to claim my brothers, flowing up these bars like i was born sick of all the rainy weather, had to hustle up, aint no a lazy feather, knuckle up, and get my shit together, cause i know my time be tickin, wanna see my family again, while i still be here just kicking it, make up for all them times that iv been missing shit, gutta get them goals, even if that means my soul, ill make sure im always getting it, all these punks, really want some war like they gone get to me, love that bitch, she gave me out, you really aint shit to me, on that corner, elements of that burner, i always gutta keep it on ya, if not, even if you aint no op, you gonna be gonner, growing up with some boys, them thugs i use to claim my brothers, flowing up these bars like i was born sick of all the rainy weather, had to hustle up, aint no a lazy feather, knuckle up, and get my shit together, cause i know my time be tickin, wanna see my family again, while im still kicking it, make up for all them times that iv been missing, hardlife, imma tell you them streets be really curel, watch my mom smoke pipe, like she was taking life, so i kept when i was in school, that shit real, and how i feel, hopping they relate to me too grew up with them, them, them, "Savages" #LMSC1