MP3: 21 Savage – BETRAYED

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Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, known professionally as 21 Savage, was born in the London Borough of Newham on October 22, 1992 to parents of Dominican and Haitian descent. He and his mother moved to the United States when Savage was seven years old, residing in East Atlanta, Georgia. In June 2005, he briefly returned to the U.K. for his uncle’s funeral before quickly returning to the U.S. less than a month later on an H-4 visa.

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Savage first gained musical notoriety after releasing the underground hit “Picky” in November 2014. The following year, he released three projects: The Slaughter Tape, Free Guwop, and Slaughter King.

After a massive 2015, Savage was included in the 2016 XXL Freshman Class. The cover was revealed on June 13, 2016. A month later, on July 15, 2016, Savage released Savage Mode, a collaborative EP with Metro Boomin.

LYRICS

[Intro]
Metro

[Chorus]
I been betrayed before, I done been played before
Givin’ ’em all the smoke, givin’ ’em all
I done been left in the rain, I ain’t have nowhere to go
I feel less of a man, I can’t depend on a hoe
They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound
Don’t care if it’s war, we fuckin’ on bitches, I’m holdin’ ’em down
If she a hustler fine and honest, I’m bringin’ her ’round
I told her I don’t care what she do in the street
Just don’t make me look like a clown

[Verse]
Big dawg status, my play money, whole M stacks in the PayPal
Caught a opp’ hangin’ at a barbecue and fucked around and shot the whole
Eastside nigga ’bout gunplay, say the wrong thing, we’ll chase y’all
Hit ’em broad-day with a AR, 12 still tryna get the case off
One twenty-five with the backend, still on tour with a MAC-10
Count a couple Ms, I’m clappin’, make sure the fans get a fraction
Don’t think I’m just rappin’ and all these lyrics cappin’
Talkin’ out his neck, we right hook, left hook, stomped and slapped him
VVs in my ear, I look like a star
Plain Jane Richard, I coulda bought a car
If she ain’t givin’ , we gon’ let her starve
Your shooter wrote a statement, so now we call him Searge’
Hit him with the AK, make him burn carbs
I brought my Thunder to Los Angeles, Paul George
Make a brick, do the woah with a Ford
Got a thot pregnant, woah, hit abort
Niggas know I’m geeked, high on the moon
21, made man, bada boom
Pussyboy, you’re lukewarm, not cool
Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who?
Your baby momma went to Cali’
She touchin’ the city, we gettin’ ’em gone
We really tryna catch a body
You just tryna catch a body in a song
I let down my guard, I showed her my heart
She couldn’t believe it was chrome
Them pants thirty-five hunnid
Mediocre rappers can’t put ’em on

[Chorus]
I been betrayed before, I done been played before
Givin’ ’em all the smoke, givin’ ’em all
I done been left in the rain, I ain’t have nowhere to go
I feel less of a man, I can’t depend on a hoe
They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound
Don’t care if it’s war, we fuckin’ on bitches, I’m holdin’ ’em down
If she a hustler fine and honest, I’m bringin’ her ’round
I told her I don’t care what she do in the street
Just don’t make me look like a clown

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