Juleus Savage - Through Hell lyrics
[VERSE 1: Noah Caine] I made some decisions My n***as are gifted, we switching these women I move and I pivot I'll f** up the game and the industry with it These demons they wicked I look at these streets like its f**ing non-fiction I'm trying to get it Told my momma just wait I'll be rich in a second I took a trip to the Southern states Your b**h said im needing them Southern dates She said im needing them Southern plates Now im telling your hoe not to smother me I used to be nice, wanted some more out this life Then I realized that this life's for a savage theres no getting married, no throwing rice n***as so average, I'm getting established I'm taking these naps where you wish they would have you I'm all in that office, I'm all in that meeting You lurking my life you gon' feel so defeated I do this on average, uh I'm showing her things in her city she never imagined, uh I'm k**ing your messengers Quit puffing yo' chest up, this sh** ain't for regulars You n***as can't come for me I'm at the front of the line at the register You should just register Quit this rap sh** and enroll in some semesters Pockets look sinister Like I'm plotting on just being the finisher Got it locked and I'm just working on beaming up I'm ruling you n***as My throwaway sh** is a j**el to you n***as I'm schooling you n***as Your n***as be lying, who fooling you n***as, uh I want it, I need it, I got it, then flipped it fast I'm loving the hustle I'll black out my chain like "my n***a we free at last!" And this sh** is a blast, yeah, yeah [Chorus: Noah Caine] Got them going crazy when we pull up on the scene Everything's a show, I'm riding slow, I'm dipping clean All my n***as winning even Martin had a dream Fist full of dollars got me feeling like a King [VERSE 1: Noah Caine] Imma be better forever I'mma get cheddar forever Hustle and get it however My only care is the weather Like how its gon' be when a n***a land Packing Louis duffles, I'mma need to plan Dollars get throwed if they're in my hands n***as need that loud, b**hes need a tan She got Margielas on With a herring bone, and a cherry thong She sip slow, that Perignon It's like a free throw when them trees blown Don't spend no checks on that p**y But I do checks on that p**y Imma catch wreck on that p**y Think 'bout suplexing that p**y I was thinking 'bout a better way Like how to make a flip and go and bring it back All them nights that we was lining work Just trying to catch a fiend like we was pushing crack I'm trying to switch my location Give her that dick on vacation Hit that gas look like a spaceship I need them standing ovations I'm talking 'bout that sh** where n***as from And y'all just talking sh** 'bout where you never go Bodies drop we never talk to cops Them lips is crazy glued and n***as never fold So send me that check in the mail Weak n***as try and they fail One time for my n***as in cells My n***as done made it Through Hell [Chorus: Noah Caine] Got them going crazy when we pull up on the scene Everything's a show, I'm riding slow, I'm dipping clean All my n***as winning even Martin had a dream Fist full of dollars got me feeling like a King