Lotto Savage – Without Lyrics

[Intro]
See when you real it’s gon’ always show
And when you fake and try to be real
You get exposed
Know what I’m sayin’?
Sosa 808 got this bitch knockin’
Don Slaughter shit, nigga

[Verse 1]
Where I come from, I swear niggas barely make it out
These demons on me heavy, I pray to God one day I make it out
Only the strong survive but niggas rather waste they time hatin’
Push it to the limit every time, I can’t sit ’round waitin’
My brother Tony down the road FaceTiming me on Imo
Got the game from my mama, she taught me everything that I know
Grandma told me, “Baby, have patience”
On prescription drugs, but not a patient
I’m the real McCoy, he fakin’
In a Demon, can’t get caught by Satan
Doin’ two hundred on the E-Way, gettin’ it
f*ck up the check, then grab the pot and get in it
Niggas be lyin’, cappin’, I’ma give you the real
We used to be broke, now we dream ’bout a mil’
Gotta stay down, don’t let ’em knock you off your pivot
Wake up changed and say, “Let’s get it,” yeah
I proved ’em wrong when they said I couldn’t do it
I swear I’m on fire like some lighter and fluid

[Chorus]
I did it, they said that I couldn’t
Let’s take ’em back the streets
Depended on me and they couldn’t
I spit the real on the beat
I spent 4K on my teeth
Real ice, smash you off your feet
She gave me the neck with no collar
You can’t say the Don without Slaughter
I did it, they said that I couldn’t
Let’s take ’em back the streets
Depended on me and they couldn’t
I spit the real on the beat
I spent 4K on my teeth
Real ice, smash you off your feet
She gave me the neck with no collar
You can’t say the Don without Slaughter

[Interlude]
Let this motherf*ckin’ beat breathe
Yeah, Don Slaughter

[Verse 2]
So you on now? You ain’t the only one havin’ paper
Sundown to sunup, nigga
In the trap ’cause I’m tryna get this paper
I done seen a lot of niggas fall
Free Lil T, he locked behind the wall
I’m the coach, I never drop the ball
Nigga prayin’, hopin’ that you fall
Hit him with the stick, I bet he holler
I just stack the paper, get the gwala
I was in apartments late nights
Strapped up, bitch, I keep this with the shotta
Shout out Uncle Luke, boy, he raised me
Can’t forgive you for that shit, boy, you played me
I been gettin’ to the money on the daily
Ain’t nowhere I can’t go, and that’s on my baby
Don’t say the Don without usin’ the Slaughter
I’d rather f*ck hood bitches, don’t want no model
My bases loaded, I’m the one up to bat
I was born in the A, put that shit on my back
If you placed a bet on me to lose, then you lost
Don’t never beat the dope ’bout the triple cross
When they doubted me, I told myself I’ma make it
Take ’em back to the block, take ’em back to the basics

[Chorus]
I did it, they said that I couldn’t
Let’s take ’em back the streets
Depended on me and they couldn’t
I spit the real on the beat
I spent 4K on my teeth
Real ice, smash you off your feet
She gave me the neck with no collar
You can’t say the Don without Slaughter
I did it, they said that I couldn’t
Let’s take ’em back the streets
Depended on me and they couldn’t
I spit the real on the beat
I spent 4K on my teeth
Real ice, smash you off your feet
She gave me the neck with no collar
You can’t say the Don without Slaughter

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