70 sav

# 70 SAV **Young Barzs** **[INTRO — LOW VOICE]** Ayy… Turn that motherfucker up. Seventy Sav. You know what the fuck this is. Ain't no clean version of this shit. **[HOOK — HARD, AGGRESSIVE]** 70 Sav, motherfucker, know the name, Same cold streets, still surrounded by the pain. Ain't no love lost, I don't mourn no snake, Everybody got a price till it's time to pay. 70 Sav, let the whole block hear, Raised around the shit that turn a young heart fierce. Fuck what you heard, ain't shit sweet here, Young Barzs talk different when the truth get near. **[VERSE 1]** Fuck a handshake, look me dead in my face, I can smell that bullshit from a mile away. Everybody gangsta when the sun's still out, Night falls down, watch the real come out. Broke-ass days, had to stretch that shit, Same damn clothes, still fresh with it. Mama saw the stress, I was hiding that shit, Had a head full of rage, couldn't silence that bitch. Ain't no silver spoon, ain't no handout, Learned more in the streets than a classroom taught. Motherfuckers talk tough, but the talk don't count, I was built in the fire they can't walk around. I don't need your approval, don't need your respect, Got a middle finger ready for the ones who neglect. Every time life swung, I came back with a limp, But I'm still right here, motherfucker—what's next? **[HOOK]** 70 Sav, motherfucker, know the name, Same cold streets, still surrounded by the pain. Ain't no love lost, I don't mourn no snake, Everybody got a price till it's time to pay. 70 Sav, let the whole block hear, Raised around the shit that turn a young heart fierce. Fuck what you heard, ain't shit sweet here, Young Barzs talk different when the truth get near. **[VERSE 2 — DOUBLE-TIME POCKET, THEN SLOW DOWN]** I seen too much shit to be scared of a rumor, Too much dirt round me, too much hate in the humor. Everybody want a seat when the table look good, Nobody wanna starve in the same damn hood. I ain't playing no role, I ain't acting no part, Got a whole lot of anger and a fucked-up heart. You can keep that fake love, keep that fake-ass grin, I know exactly who's real when the bad times hit. Seventy Sav, put the name on the track, If I said what I said, I ain't taking it back. No internet gangster, no keyboard threat, I'm a grown-ass man with some real-life regrets. Fuck the fame, fuck the games, fuck pretending I'm rich, I know what it's like when you ain't got shit. Young Barzs, motherfucker, put the truth in the beat, 70 Sav—let it knock through the concrete. **[OUTRO — BEAT CUTS OUT]** Seventy Sav. Young Barzs. No costume. No character. Just some shit you had to live through.