Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song On the Inside, artist - 21 Savage. Date of issue: 28.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On the Inside |
| Shit wasn’t easy |
| You know, it took a lot of licks to get where we at now |
| I was down bad, ain’t have a dollar to my name (Straight up) |
| I was down bad, just my family and my gang (Straight up) |
| Glock 23, I was prayin' to my flame (On od) |
| Hit a lick, hope I don’t gotta kill for this chain (On God) |
| Moreland Ave. at the Checker’s, 38 special (21) |
| Last nigga tried to rob me? |
| On a stretcher (Facts) |
| I don’t never have a plug, nigga, cause I ask him (21) |
| Zone 6, get my cars washed on Gresham (On God) |
| Ran off with your buddy pack, he don’t want no problems (Lil' bih) |
| 21 Savage, you can call me King Nut Dropper (Yeah) |
| Jumpin' crew to crew, your favorite rapper a hood hopper (Yeah) |
| Trappin' with this rifle, we don’t need no door stopper |
| Gold grill, dawg (Dawg), I go hard (I go hard) |
| Your niggas soft (Niggas soft), Corn on the cob (Corn on the cob) |
| He an intern, ain’t got no job (Yeah, yeah) |
| If this rap don’t work, nigga, I’ma rob (On God) |
| Yeah I’m shinin', but I’m dark on the inside |
| Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside |
| I can’t lie, it broke my heart when my friends died |
| We gon' make that choppa spark 'til your friends cry |
| Spin the block 'til your friends cry |
| Never question God, I’m a fearin' child |
| I’ma ride for the gang 'til I’m not alive |
| I’ma up and let it bang 'til I’m not alive |
| Nigga, I just bite, I don’t bark (I don’t bark, bro) |
| I just send hits, I don’t arc (Leave that to the hoes) |
| You think that you the Hulk, but this ain’t Marvel (This ain’t Marvel, bro) |
| I hit your main thing, that shit was hard (Shit was garbage, bro) |
| Got a girl named Keisha (Yeah) |
| Got a girl named Lisa (Yeah) |
| Girl named Britney, girl named Whitney (21) |
| Main girl crazy, don’t you leave no hickeys (21) |
| I be in the strip club even when I’m sixty (Straight up) |
| I’ma tote a AK even when I’m fifty |
| Let them niggas split the drum, both of them get fifty |
| You can get shot, believe it or not, nigga, this ain’t Ripley |
| Pulled my ding-a-ling out, she thought it was a Blimpy |
| Lil' boy, I’m a killer whale, you could never shrimp me |
| Fronted me 300 bags, that shit there was tempting |
| Whole pointer VVS’s, got my neck rinsing |
| Chinese bitch, don’t know her name, I just call her Ling Ling |
| Made a couple M’s, spent a quarter on a ring-ring |
| Cash Money, '99, bitch, I got that bling-bling |
| Never was a kingpin, beat a couple drug stings |
| She think she my one and only |
| But she just a summer fling |
| Yeah I’m shinin', but I’m dark on the inside |
| Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside |
| I can’t lie, it broke my heart when my friends died |
| We gon' make that choppa spark 'til your friends cry |
| Spin the block 'til your friends cry |
| Never question God, I’m a fearin' child |
| I’ma ride for the gang 'til I’m not alive |
| I’ma up and let it bang 'til I’m not alive |