A Young Savage wen it comes ta rapping but u bout ta feel the aftermath of a Savage war path with them guns clacking i done had it im so tagging all these fake faggot's a nigga lost up in these streets so u see I keep the heat and everyday I gotta eat I hear the devil talking the money talks and suicidal vision I wake up and fuck around with different bitches but u see my mind is dependent but u see I walk alone I sold my soul at the crossroads these Niggas never know but u see these niggas hoes u never fold ten toes I'm only 14 all alone in them trenches I've been like a menace I sipped Hennessey ta ees the pain away Niggas really bitches I spit mad savagery A Young Savage wen it comes ta rappin