Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Savage Time, artist - Big Sean. Album song Double Or Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Boominati Worldwide, DEF JAM, G.O.O.D, Republic Records;
Song language: English
Savage Time |
Yeah, look (If they do not surrender, shoot 'em on sight |
Shoot on sight) |
Talking to my momma half the time |
Talking to my daddy half the time |
Streets crazy, they don’t salvage time |
Look at the news, that’s savage time |
Rolex, that’s savage time |
Pass the licks, I ain’t passing time |
Cutthroat, we on savage time |
Cutthroat, we on savage time |
Look, I’m taking out anyone in my way |
I’m not playing with you, bitch, this not the WNBA |
I’m a real-life star, so you know I need my space |
Beat a white supremacist black, till that motherfucker hate his face |
I been going through some issues that nobody dealing with |
Surrounded by real killers and shit, doing it for the thrill of it |
Graveyards on some Thriller shit, only zombies 'round here; |
fiends |
They need help and they had dreams, but don’t nobody give a shit |
Yeah, just like them boys in cells who had dreams of NFL |
How they supposed to pray to God if they keep waking up in hell? |
Been there so long, they got pictures with the fucking devil himself |
Everybody need direction, even if it’s to find they self |
Look, I’m the greatest of our time, bitch, I do it till I die |
Swear I’m done with all the bullshit like I moved up out the Chi' |
All that fuck shit obsolete, boy, I hop up on my feet |
I’m the only one stopping me |
I give you one finger away for peace |
I’ma take that water from Flint, and I’ma go up there to D. C |
I’ma make the president drink, he wouldn’t even let it touch his sink |
I said «God, we need a blessing,"God said, «Go and see the reverend.» |
People lined outside the churches like it’s the white and blue 11's (Straight |
up) |
Hurricanes hitting with another bomb threat, man, this shit feel like Armageddon |
Swear I’m goin' every second, so I keep good weed, good vibes, good crystals |
Lavender eucalyptus, mixing it with the incense |
Just to relieve my tension |
Savage time, yeah, it’s time to take this shit |
I mean, record-breaking shit, all we doing is taking risks |
I ain’t got time to take my time, I’m doin' it like my life on the line |
I ain’t have no lifeline in my whole lifetime, no hero to hide behind |
With a soul like mine, when it go night time, there’s no other choice but to |
shine |
Look, no gold mines, set goals in my mind when the stars are aligned, |
I’m divine (straight) |
So understand we gon' see success, that’s inevitable (whoa) |
You couldn’t hold me down even if I was in federal (whoa) |
You couldn’t stop these plays even if I was ineligible |
Kneeling like Colin Kaepernick if that shit unethical (Kap) |
Yeah, free my mind, no bargain (free) |
Got one girl, she the hardest (I swear) |
That pussy supercharging, making love between war and |
Then I hit the stage then get to talking like I’m Marcus Garvey (like I’m |
Marcus) |
Like how is dark skin a weapon, but they treat it like a target? |
Like how if you rich in the mind, then you already worth a fortune |
Like you deserve every single golden por- |
Shots fired, I need 'em right now! |
I need 'em man down right now! |
Shots fired, I repeat backup request! |
Front line, front line, front line! |
I am at a point where I just don’t have any more to give or feel |
How the fuck I’m supposed to feel? |
Shit’s way too real in the field |
Tell me how the fuck I’m supposed to feel now? |
Shit real out here in the field |
Got me on no chill |
These bitches got me on no chill |
Ooh, ooh, ooh |
Ooh, ooh, ooh |
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon' shoot you |
Young nigga heaven sent, raising hell till it’s heaven again |
My niggas used to sell dope, they was Backstreet Boys |
Cops land 'em on the pavement, now they black street boys |
Pins, trays, suits, how I’m mobbing |
Alley-oop opportunities, yeah I lob it to all of my niggas cause we got no |
other options |
I pray V12 is the only time I’m boxed in |
Fuck a fake hoe, that bitch toxic |
Push her off of me like I’m in mosh pits |
Every day fresh as fuck, you niggas never fly, you an ostrich |
Bad crew, murderous around, we the mobsters |
Bitch, I’ve never touched a mop in my life |
I’ve never ever nine-to-fived in my life |
I’m riding through the D with all my jewelries |
So much love for me, I never get robbed in my life |
Everything Franklin, respect it, respect |
So in tune, I forgot how to stress |
So in tune like the choir that’s blessed |
Boy, no stunt double, I’d die by the set, yeah |
Got signed up like a nigga protest |
If I ain’t a pro at it, then a nigga pro effect |
Been doing this forever, I ain’t getting old yet |
Bitch, I’ma fill this up in Möet |
And my girl get mo' wet, only thing I cuff is Rolex |
My nigga working with them bows, that’s Bowflex |
I straighten this shit out, no botox |
I call the shots, no techs, rocking enough chains for four necks, bitch |
Free them birds, freedom ring |
Free the eyes, let 'em see |
Free them birds, free them birds (straight up) |
Ooh, ooh, ooh |