Legacy ~ Savage Son

Hook!! young boy started school already smoking weed.... skipping class and lectures, just to upgrade his gun skills... African shit, nigghas hunger and gats to feed.. mama told me choose what you like, i fucking choose to kill.... Talking bad about me, bro is better for you Chewing a Needle.... The way we Spray Aks and Glocks, mama taught I shook hands with the Devil.... we infiltrate, till your nighhas nicknamed us, Bad meets evil.... You cant shoot or burst a pimple.. we ride with guns laying down, we don't borrowed pistols... eni minimanimo, thats the spirit, the streat is red... bow down, or go to Hell.. fucking go to hell.. he was snitching, we sent him to bed.. that niggha slept forever, aint what we meant.. gangbanging, we own bitches and threads.. baby, you'll see me craving.. u want some, come on baby.. u could get a six months assignment maybe... damn shit, am crazy.... legacy legacy, i run ma shit, like a legacy... shit!!!, Guns blazing, Hail mary, when am on the .. bitch on the mic, with glocks on my bagpavk, sikes... Put his head in a spike, like shit, he the devils so amma kill him right, then turn left, and still dine... Amari, Amari, call the corps, shit, so many dead bodies... its Savage, full grown Apocalypse... kids, wanna diss, but we put the d, in thier fucking lips, like shit, cap less, and listen.. when Gods trap, we dont slack, we go boom like, Tom cruise Jet pack...