Ayy Southside, where you get all that drip?
Nah, nah

I been grippin´ pistols, I been cuttin´ niggas drank

I been puttin´ stickers, on the bottom of the Drac´
I put the city on my back, I can really get a "Thanks"
I claimed niggas was my dawgs, they turned out to be the jakes
Came in a thousand times before my daughter, I was shootin´ blanks

Could you really really save me? (Save me)
Could you really really save me? (Save)
Could you really really save me?

Trench baby, I was on my last with my fifth baby
Rent, cable, couldn´t pay with cards, it was disabled
Gotta build a relationship with your kids whenever a bitch hate you

Talk about you like you ain´t shit, like we ain´t save you
Every time I´m tryna go pay your bond whenever they reinstate you
I won´t believe no rumors, that nigga snitch ´cause I ain´t even see no paper
Street niggas´ll never get tapped on the back whenever they see us make it
My dawg be talkin´ ´bout one of my dawgs, I´m like that shit is crazy
You ain´t got to be top-notch everywhere, you could be trenches famous
These niggas be talkin´ ´bout who they killed that shit be entertainment
Sit back, laugh, and talkin´ ´bout how we came from the basement
And I don´t be carin´ ´bout the next nigga, shit, the trenches made me

I been grippin´ pistols, I been cuttin´ niggas drank
I been puttin´ stickers, on the bottom of the Drac´
I put a city on my back, I can really get a "Thanks"
I claimed niggas was my dawgs, they turned out to be the jakes
Came in a thousand times before my daughter, I was shootin´ blanks

Could you really really save me? (Save me)
Could you really really save me? (Save)
Could you really really save me?

I gave you a thousand dollars on brother times a lot of times

They ask me what I want in return, I told ´em a lot of slidin´
I was down on my back, I ain´t wanna ask, that´s just a part of pride
I never let go, never ever, I lock down
Who gon´ ride when you at your lowest? From the guys, I don´t feel no harm
Head down, I pray with my palms and I cry when I play with my son
When it´s time, you better not run, man down on St Lawrence
They dyin´, they backdoorin´, they tryin´ and they know it
From the streets, you go through courses, gun down with no remorses
Real love, ain´t gon´ force it, real love can be torture
Eight bars of endorsement, not a gang, this shit corporate

Fuck with the feelings, act like a lawyer
I´m The Voice, I don´t hear voices

I been grippin´ pistols, I been cuttin´ niggas drank
I been puttin´ stickers, on the bottom of the Drac´
I put the city on my back, I can really get a "Thanks"
I claimed niggas was my dawgs, they turned out to be the jakes
Came in a thousand times before my daughter, I was shootin´ blanks

Could you really really save me? (Save me)
Could you really really save me? (Save)
Could you really really save me?