(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 the city on my back, I can′t 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 off 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?