Show Dem Camp Ft Ladipoe – Savage Lyrics. Too much yawning and no planning it’s like
Too much foreplay and no blaming, it’s like
Ghost all these guys they are all scammers
Stop calling that thing rap we won’t have it
So average your status it don’t matter
Shey you know we bout that life
So don’t panic
Look fresh, look fly, with no stylist
I’m about to put these n*ggas on blast
I’m so savage
Way ahead of my peers
I feel like I’ve been here before
They still catching up to the level we were before
I’m feeling like Dasuki I’m here to collect it all
These Jezebels dey holla reluctant to get involved
Guy! The way this economy here dey fall
They saw black gold in the vault they cleared it all
They chopped every blood claat thing they cleared it all
They wiped their mouth clean with our dough
I swear to God
Now they are asking guys to forgive them
That’s how you feel? na G, at all…
It’s like too much yawning and no planning it’s like
Too much foreplay and no blaming, it’s like
Ghost all these guys they are all scammers
Stop calling that thing rap we won’t have it
So average your status it don’t matter
Shey you know we bout that life
So don’t panic
Look fresh, look fly, with no stylist
I’m about to put these n*ggas on blast
I’m so savage
Once again, it’s the warm-hearted
Yet cold blooded
Cat with the baritone, your girls loving and flows flooded
With gold nuggets
This concrete maze I rose from it
While making moves just like the Bilderberg group
On a lower budget
Cause with words I’m so cunning
If success is a drug give some tokes of it
Who wants smoke from this Las gidi novelist
Look your favourite rapper probably in some platonic sh*t
Cos like a Russian mine strips
My coal crushing methods are timeless
Digging into my mind
Til I end up with diamonds
Heat checks 2013 LeBron tip
When I get in a zone lyrically
I’m arthritis that’s bad to the bone
Cause yo, check out the surgery third degree
Burning these nursery rappers
Trapped in their own minds version of purgatory
We try to learn em G
But you know the saying the push?
Wanna hide it from a black man then put it in a book
If you wanna sell it to him make sure it comes with a hook
F*ck leading them to the lake
They want the fish when it’s cooked
F*ck getting their hands dirty
Deep in the crannies and nooks
They scared to death scared to look
Hommie they shook
Stop!
(Rest in peace Prodigy)
Stop calling that thing rap
Look fresh look fly with no stylist
I’m about to put these n*ggas on blast I’m so savage
I start my week on a Saturday
I’m so weak on these latter days
I’ve been putting in work
In other ways have to marinate
Been a beast, I salivate over beats that I navigate
I’m a glutton for food for thought
Baby go on and a grab a plate
I have a gift where I gravitate to the real
Stab a fake to reveal
There’s only one ‘Man Already’
My copyright signed and sealed
My Plan B is the nail in your coffin right
I’ll be real
I gave birth to these kids
Shoulda had their mum on the pill
I’ve been hanging with savages
And this shit is vicarious
Are you charging for beats or
Charging for me for the damages
You wonder what I mean
But it’s a question of averages
Cause with the mode I’m in
There’s no reoccurrence of amateurs
Had to sharpen my blade
Throw a couple shots
Don’t get caught with stray
I know I meant to talk politics
All we do is complain
I’m Like Hov on the blackout
What more can I say
I’m a savage
Stop calling
Stop calling that thing rap
Stop calling
Stop calling that thing rap
Look fresh look fly with no stylist
I’m about to put these niggas on blast I’m so savage
