[Chorus]
Street n***a don’t need a rap deal
I can show you how the trap feel
N***a say that he want beef
I’ma show him how that MAC feel
Disrespect the gang, you get killed, that’s what’s happening
Funeral service, mom was crying, shit tragic
Everywhere I go, you know Fredo pistol packing
Shoot a n***a in public, fuck it I been savage
You’s a fucking dork, I been savage
You just jumped off the porch, I been savage


[Verse]
Caught my first case, shit I was only twelve
How you twenty-five, man you tryna jump in the field
Spent my fifteenth, seventeenth birthday when I was in jail
I’m from 061 Front Street, all my n***as real
I’m from Chiraq shit, where you can get killed
I remember long nights when I ain’t have a meal
Still trappin’, fuck this rap shit, I don’t need no deal
Triple OG, yeah they know, respected in this field
2006 when I first start poppin’ pills
Listen to that Gucci with a bad bitch and an Uzi
Now I’m eating sushi with a bad bitch, I hit the movies
Feet up in Cali but you know I got my tooly


[Chorus]
Street n***a don’t need a rap deal
I can show you how the trap feel
N***a say that he want beef
I’ma show him how that MAC feel
Disrespect the gang, you get killed, that’s what’s happening
Funeral service, mom was crying, shit tragic
Everywhere I go, you know Fredo pistol packing
Shoot a n***a in public, fuck it I been savage
You’s a fucking dork, I been savage
You just jumped off the porch, I been savage