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21 Savage - American Dream Album Lyrics



21 Savage - American Dream Lyrics
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american dream

My dreams has always gone beyond the crossing of a pond
As a mother, every path I walked was for my son
Challenges were a part of the journey
And what I wanted was an after-thought
The idea of providing him proper chances helped me to never stop moving forward
Forever confronting whatever transitions that needed to be endured
To make his position as a winner of move secured
Now I smile, feeling assured
My choices were not in vain
Locations and situations constantly change
But my unwavering heart remains
For all the trials and all the pain
The mission is, as it's always been
For my son to become a man and live free in his American dream
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Writer: Billie Rae Calvin, BK Rube, Isaiah Brown, Sterling White
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




all of me

And I wish on all the rainbows that I see
I wish on all the people we

See, my shooter pescatarian, but he eat up all the beef (21)
You gave me your ass to kiss, but want the all of me (Goddamn)
I stand on business, dot my I's and cross my T's
All I got is these lil' pictures when I think 'bout all the G's (21)
Memories in my head, the devil talkin' to me (on God)
I know Satan down that path, but God walkin' with me
Put your phone light in the air if you done lost a nigga (21)
Kept it solid, ran up a bag and didn't have to cross a nigga (21, 21, 21)

Whoa, bulletproof my cars (yeah)
He a homebody, f*ck it, kill him in his yard (yeah)
Niggas go to clubs and let down they guard (21)
We got choppers out until we find somewhere to park (on God)
Pussy, hit the cup and nod (21)
Trench hoes used to curve me, now they treat me like I'm God (facts)
I know you want my spot, but you don't wanna play your part (pussy)
If it was up to you, you probably let these niggas starve (21)
I got rich and opened more doors than a doorman (on God)
All the Glocks came with extensions like a sew-in (straight up)
And all these cars came with BBL's and body kits (21)
Claim you a killer, but you still ain't got a body yet (21)
How you that nigga when you can't go where you grew up at? (pussy)
How that's your nigga when he cap to hoes behind your back? (The f*ck?)
Family picture, you can kill me if you spot a rat (on God)
Real rap, this ain't no cap

See, my shooter pescatarian, but he eat up all the beef (21)
You gave me your ass to kiss, but want the all of me (Goddamn)
I stand on business, dot my I's and cross my T's
All I got is these lil' pictures when I think 'bout all the G's (21)
Memories in my head, the devil talkin' to me (on God)
I know Satan down that path, but God walkin' with me
Put your phone light in the air if you done lost a nigga (21)
Kept it solid, ran up a bag and didn't have to cross a nigga (21, 21, 21)

Came from rats and roaches (yeah)
I seen plenty homicides and still kept my focus (21)
Kill you for some clout, and they'll do anything for motion (on God)
We can't let no bitch say that she the one who broke us (facts)
All familiar faces at the table when we toastin' (21)
Every story got a twist
I can put on watches from my shoulder way down to my wrist
I can't wait on no one, I'm a hustler, I won't ask for shit
She gon' look at you less than a man if you ask your bitch (21)
Even if you helped her on her feet (on God)
They take you for granted, better charge your fee (21)
You 'posed to be a woman, that's the better me
How we both pushin' P?

See, my shooter pescatarian, but he eat up all the beef (21)
You gave me your ass to kiss, but want the all of me (Goddamn)
I stand on business, dot my I's and cross my T's
All I got is these lil' pictures when I think 'bout all the G's (21)
Memories in my head, the devil talkin' to me (on God)
I know Satan down that path, but God walkin' with me
Put your phone light in the air if you done lost a nigga (21)
Kept it solid, ran up a bag and didn't have to cross a nigga (21, 21, 21)
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Writer: Jalen Jackson, Jared Brown, Khaya Gilika, Raphael Ramos, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Sterling White Jr., Yakki Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




redrum

Cai a noite sobre o (nosso amor)
E agora só restou do amor
Uma palavra
Adeus (adeus, adeus, adeus) ah

Woah, woah, woah

Want it all, I won't leave a breadcrumb
Bitch, what? I thought a nigga said sum'
Thought a nigga said sum'
G Block, all we know is redrum
Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum
G Block, all we know is redrum
Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum
Nigga, all we know is (redrum)

Ridin' in the back, it's a May' (it's a May')
Thirty-two shots in the K (in the K)
Marathon, I really run the A (run the A)
Say you touched me, how Sway? (How Sway?)
Graveyard, that's where the opps stay (opps stay)
Hypnotize, they do what I say (what I say)
21, niggas don't play (don't play)
My Glock Gen5 said hey (said hey)
Take my chopper everywhere, that's bae (that's bae)
Get yo' ass out the car, you givin' Tre (givin' Tre)
We been spinnin' through they hood all day (all day)
Niggas say they outside, okay, okay
I can't let a bitch play me, no way (no way)
You a duck if you believe what ho say (what ho say)
She got way more bodies than my old K (old K)
My lil' brother beat his body, OJ (OJ)
Niggas talkin' 'bout they lit, I'm La Flame (pussy)
That lil' boy a mascot, he ain't gang (pussy)
Watch a half a million dollars and it's plain (pussy)
I don't go through TSA to get on planes (pussy)
You get pussy without head, then you lame (pussy)
She knew I was leavin' 'fore I even came (pussy)
Two revolvers on my waist, John Wayne (pussy)
Smack niggas, then I get on live and sing (yeah)

Want it all, I won't leave a breadcrumb
Bitch, what? I thought a nigga said sum'
Thought a nigga said sum'
G Block, all we know is redrum
Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum
G Block, all we know is redrum
Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum
Nigga, all we know is (redrum)

How many niggas got the belt? (A lot)
Catch 'em at the light, he get nailed (bow)
9-1-1, somebody help
Sub-tweeting bad for your health, pussy
I'm a gangster, I ain't takin' shit back, pussy
I'll never do no song with no rat, pussy
Put a Lego in a stick, it rat-a-tat, pussy
I don't wanna talk, go and catch a hat, pussy
Big Draco come up out that Scat, pussy
He stood on business, now he layin' on his back, pussy
Ask around, I be rappin' nothin' but facts, pussy
We the reason all these niggas runnin' track, pussy (on God)
You ain't never stepped, you can't tell me a thing (21)
I got big cojones and I'm lettin' 'em hang (21)
Keep my mouth closed and that's never gon' change (21)
You get in a jam and go to pointin' and blame (21, 21)
I ain't let it slide, I was sharpenin' aim
Smokin' on my brothers got his ass left slain
You know it's smoke 'cause they ain't even take off his chain
Say it's up with me, your ass must do cocaine (21, 21)

Want it all, I won't leave a breadcrumb
Bitch, what? I thought a nigga said sum'
Thought a nigga said sum'
G Block, all we know is redrum
Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum
G Block, all we know is redrum
Redrum, redrum, redrum, redrum
Nigga, all we know is (redrum)

Little pigs
Little pigs, let me come in
Not by the hair on your chinny-chin-chin?
Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down
Here's Johnny
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Writer: London Tyler Holmes, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




n.h.i.e.

Ahem (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah, sheesh)

That ain't something I would do (that ain't something, that ain't something)
Hell nah, let you slide like it's cool (that ain't something, that ain't)
Nigga, hell nah, fake the truth (yeah, yeah)
Play by rules (yeah, yeah)
Play with you (yeah, yeah)
That ain't something I would do

I'm havin' plaques on plaques (okay)
You niggas' streams ain't that (okay)
I done seen a hater get whacked (okay)
Hit him nine times, he a cat (okay)
I grew up on the East, no cap (okay)
Green Card, green tips in the strap (okay)
Keep talkin' 'bout where I was born (okay)
Like a nigga won't still get clapped (okay)
She sit on the wood, no splinter (facts)
New money like I got a printer (facts)
I ain't buyin' these bitches, I rent 'em (facts)
These porcelain teeth, they not dentures (facts)
Big VVS stones and they twinkle (21)
I'm at Waffle House rollin' up Sprinkle (21)
Let her ex call her phone 'til he wrinkle (21)
I'll pop at his ass, he a pimple

That ain't something I would do (that ain't something, that ain't something)
Hell nah, let you slide like it's cool (that ain't something, that ain't)
Nigga, hell nah, fake the truth (yeah, yeah)
Play by rules (yeah, yeah)
Play with you (yeah, yeah)
That ain't something I would do

Yeah, I would never lie (ad-lib)
I would never try (ad-lib)
I would never holler at you, I would never cry
I would never start no petty beef, that do not fly (ad-lib)
I would never put myself beneath one of my idols
I wouldn't submit (money), I'd make you submissive
I can't f*ck nobody man, but old girl need that assistance
I don't beeline to no D, like, I don't be like none these bitches
If I feel like havin' free time, hit the seaside with them fishes
Yeah, yeah

That ain't something I would do (that ain't something, that ain't something)
(That ain't something I would do)
Hell nah, let you slide like it's cool (that ain't something, that ain't something I would do)
Nigga, hell nah, fake the truth (yeah, yeah)
Play by rules (yeah, yeah, play by rules)
Play with you (yeah, yeah, play with you)
That ain't something I would do (bitch, it's okay)

Something I would do
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Writer: Amala Zandile Dlamini, Douglas Ford, Jonah Stevens, Kurtis McKenzie, Michael Jemitope Abiola Olusol Orabiyi, Paul Jefferies, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




sneaky

Every time we link, it be sneaky
All my hoes clean, niggas squeaky
Buy her new Chanel, I'm talkin' weekly
I could tell she goin' by how she greet me
Your baby daddy pussy, he ain't on nothin'
If he was in the spot, I'd make him store run
Say you gettin' money, nigga, show somethin'
Since everybody love him, let's see who post him

Boogers in the chain, yeah, it's snot (mhm)
I spend real-estate funds on a watch (mhm)
I'm on G Block, pussy, where it's hot (mhm)
Nigga jumped inside my car and he got popped (mhm)
Don't be playin', all that teasin' got me rock (mhm)
Girl, you movin' way more wocky than my Wock' (mhm)
I wear Nike Tech 'cause I don't like to shop (mhm)
Got her titties done, now she don't wear no bra (mhm)
Turn your phone off when you get inside my car (mhm)
Have some etiquette, lil' bitch, you with a star (mhm)
Head so good, she could eat ice cream with a straw (mhm)
I'm too fertile to be goin' in you raw (mhm)
When we f*ckin', we get stuck 'cause I'm a dog (mhm)
If your ex call one more time, I'm gettin' him robbed (mhm)
I write raps and give out smoke like it's my job (mhm)
All these hoes past burned, they damn near charred (mhm)

Every time we link (link), it be sneaky (it be sneaky)
All my hoes clean (clean), niggas squeaky (niggas squeaky)
Buy her new Chanel (yeah), I'm talkin' weekly (I'm talkin' weekly)
I could tell she goin' (goin') by how she greet me (by how she greet me)
Your baby daddy pussy (pussy), he ain't on nothin' (he ain't on nothin')
If he was in the spot (yeah), I'd make him store run (make him store run)
Say you gettin' money (pussy), nigga, show somethin' (yeah)
Since everybody love him (21), let's see who post him (21, 21)

I'm a pimp, but I ain't walkin' with no cane (mhm)
Gias, they didn't come from Johnny Dang (mhm)
Seven figures on a watch and that shit plain (mhm)
Stones in my ears colder than Jermaine (mhm)
If he buckin', then we beat him out his chain (mhm)
F*ck it, put a K behind the shit he claim (mhm)
We just f*ckin', bitch, you know you ain't my main (mhm)
I'm disappointed you gave pussy to a lame (mhm)
Like a small forward, I be in the cut (mhm)
Where his hood at? We'll shoot it up (mhm)
She from the trenches, so she play a lil' rough (mhm)
I bend her over, then I show who really tough (mhm)
I call the switch "Flip Mode" when it bust (mhm)
Put his ass in a spliff, now he dust (mhm)
I told her, "Meet me at the spot, I'm in a rush" (mhm)
She butt-naked with a trench on and her clutch (mhm)

Every time we link (link), it be sneaky (it be sneaky)
All my hoes clean (clean), niggas squeaky (niggas squeaky)
Buy her new Chanel (yeah), I'm talkin' weekly (I'm talkin' weekly)
I could tell she goin' (goin') by how she greet me (by how she greet me)
Your baby daddy pussy (pussy), he ain't on nothin' (he ain't on nothin')
If he was in the spot (yeah), I'd make him store run (make him store run)
Say you gettin' money (pussy), nigga, show somethin' (yeah)
Since everybody love him (21), let's see who post him (21, 21)
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Writer: Edward Maclin Cooper III, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




pop ur shit

Hahaha (if Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)
Yeah, yeah

Watch on my wrist is a car lot (let's go)
Lamb' truck talkin', it's a robot (skrrt)
Ar-15 and it fold out (grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Patek or the Richard when I go out (hold on)
Stone cold killer rockin' Goyard (Goyard)
Stone cold killer rockin' Gucci
New Jack City servin' Pooky (what?)
Ridin' in a Vert' with a Uzi (skrrt)
Four, five, six, nigga, double up (hold on)
Took 'em on a movie, called it "Bubble Gut"
Big dawg, we'll hit your gunners up (slatt, dog)
Come in first place, not the runner up
Came from the bottom, but I made a lot of Ms
I'ma buy a couple of cars just to f*ck it up (f*ck it up)
I ain't never really been a fan of the games
If you spend the night with me, you gotta suck it up (hold on)
Mike Amiri jeans cost two thou' (two racks)
Saint Laurent sweater, that's a few thou' (no cap)
Savage got a lot of bad puta
So I keep liquor and hookah (who, who?)
I ain't givin' 12 no type of conversation
Better off tryin' to pull a tooth out (on God)
And I'm from the Eastside, better know as Afghan'
Nigga, we ain't really with the roo-rah (pop, pop)

Pop your shit (hold on)
Pop your shit (ayy)
Pop your shit (pop your shit, skrrt)
Pop your shit (shit)
Pop your shit (pop your shit)
Pop your shit (shit)
Pop your shit (pop your shit)
Pop your shit (shit)

Brand new coupe (skrrt, skrrt)
Ain't no roof (ain't no roof)
Sippin' Red, but my diamonds blue (but my diamonds blue)
What you smokin'? (What you smokin'?)
Uncle Snoop
It smell like gas, I think somebody pooped (slime, yeah)

The jewelry came in acquitted with a mop (slime)
The jury wasn't sure- (skrrt-skrrt, skrrt, Slime)
Nigga tried to run and got stopped (slime)
Who that trappin' on the block? (Slime)
Sent five thousand to a block (slime)
Beat 'em with a, beat 'em with a- (slime)
Comme des gar', socks and the drawers (slime)
Comme des gar' Nikes, and they shocks (slime, slime)
The bitch ran up and got- (slime)
He hatin' 'cause his album just flopped (that's slime)
Eight ounces my steak (slime), eight ounces of- (slime)
Thirty-cent ounces- (slime), is it pure-? (Not, not)
Twenty-eight ounces of, uh (slime), eight ounces of- (slime, ha)
Baby got manners (slime), she tie my shoes (slime)
Came-came equipped it with the loot (slatt-slatt)
21, that's who (slatt-slatt)
Your bitch'll probably slide by the two (slime)
You ran out of money, out the loot (red dot)
Kickin' a lot of shit, Jesus (bawk)
The bitch booty big like Bruce (slime)

Pop your shit
Pop your shit
Pop your shit
Pop your shit
Pop your shit
Pop your shit
Pop your shit
Pop your shit

Brand new coupe (brand new coupe)
Ain't no roof (it ain't no roof)
Sippin' Red, but my diamonds blue (my diamonds blue)
What you smokin'? (What you smokin'?)
Uncle Snoop (21, 21)
It smell like gas I think somebody pooped (21, 21)

We 'bout to take over, makin' 'em sour, yeah
I got a cougar, she givin' me power, yeah
I'm makin' it rain, she takin' a shower
Gucci collab with Disney, her shirt is Mickey Mouse, yeah
(Hahaha)
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Writer: Allen Ritter, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Leland Wayne, Jeffrey Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




letter to my brudda

Woah, woah, woah

Once you cross that line, it ain't no tryin' to fix it
You want me to forgive you, let's be realistic
I can't kick it with your kind like I tore my meniscus
How you go from co-defendant to a f*ckin' witness?
They'll stand on couches with you, but won't stand on business
Woah
I watched everybody turn on my brother
Like he ain't have 'em out here flyin' jets and f*ckin' bitches
This shit ridiculous
I feel your pain, my brother
I know you from the struggle
I know how hard you hustled just to take care of your mother
I know you took clothes off your back for niggas you call brother
I know how hard it get in this jungle
Tryna prevail without bein' tried like you no sucker
Huh, life's a motherf*cker, yeah
I know ain't nobody perfect
But what's the point in makin' it out if all they do is cuff ya?

You know, we be comin' from, like
The worst conditions, the worst circumstances
The trenches, the gutter
And sometimes we be forced to make decisions that we don't even wanna make
It be about survival
At the end of the day, we be havin' good hearts
They just be in bad places
I guess that's life, though

Father God, forgive me for my sins
Take the mask off all my enemies that's out here actin' like my friends
Did some shit I'm prayin' I never gotta do again
I put blood, sweat, and tears inside this win
If I take care of my hood, the prosecutor call me Gotti
Turn my back on the hood, they probably kill me, probably rob me
It's a Catch-22, I'm bein' honest
Hard work, tryna keep the past behind me
I still be havin' flashbacks 'bout Johnny
Fast forward and the major label signed me
Had to hustle, had to focus, perseverance
Mama used to go to TJ Maxx and shop on clearance
Tayman and CJ, I can still feel they spirits
Skinny and Wanwan used to rap, I know they hear it
It ain't that easy, puttin' pain inside of lyrics
Send this up to Heaven so they can clear it

Y'all know, like, real street niggas gon' feel this shit
And I don't want niggas to get misunderstood
'Cause the rules we live by, don't even matter no more
Just a, just a setback for you to come back
Can't hold a nigga down forever
Know what I'm sayin'?
'Til then, we gon' hold this shit down, straight up
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Writer: Kavi Lybarger, Paola Barba, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Park Min Geon, Tyrese McGriff
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




dangerous

Baby, don't be slurpin' when my buddy get out, baby (woah, woah)
Just back up, like (woah, woah, woah, woah)
Don't be nut-holding (woah, woah)
And for you all f*ck niggas (woah, woah)
Stay out the way (woah, woah, woah)
On God (woah, woah)

I'm in the Jeep with the doors off (21)
She in my spot with her clothes off (21)
Shot to the face, he dozed off (21)
Spinned they block and we rode off (21)
Oh, you wanna speak on CJ? (21) I'ma come knock your bros off (21)
Run around like you steppin' on shit, f*ck it, we just gon' cut his toes off (21)
I don't even got no face, my face burnt
Empty your pockets, you buck on a robbery, you get your face burnt (21)
I'm with them youngins, they love to spin, them lil' niggas stay turnt (21)
I ain't goin' back and forth with no bitch, said I'ma chase her (21, 21)

Pop up out that cut (21), f*ck it, drop your nuts (21)
He was smokin'- okay, he got touched (21)
Draw down on your man (21), boy, you better not clutch (21)
Every time they shit get spinned, they blamin' us (21)
Where they hood at, twin? Let's go flame it up (21)
Niggas lyin' 'bout the score, they need to hang it up (21)
You gon' get your Glock took tryna hang with us (21, man, what?)
I grew up on the Eastside where it's dangerous (Smurk, facts)

I'ma speak to my brother killer (facts)
They gettin' killed for another nigga (facts)
How you gon' ride for another nigga in a different city?
Y'all homie switchin' (gang)
I can't talk, my voice bigger
Whatever you think, my boys did it (yeah, hahaha)
Youtube record what niggas sayin', he said he did, I know he didn't (yeah)
I'm the man, I'll bring a million in cash around them robbers, shooters (yeah)
Wasn't a dollar missin', ask any nigga in the trenches, that's on Buddha (that's on Buddha)
Opps be sayin' the police 'round when I be out outside (cap)
They lyin', just slidin' (Slide)
Them baby threats gon' make them change they mind (ayy, lil' bro)
I ain't gettin' touched, the city gave up on me
I ain't give a f*ck (I ain't give a f*ck)
I lost real members to them streets
I can't give 'em up (I can't give 'em up)
Not the clothes, but them opp hoes, I got my dickie sucked (got my dick sucked)
Dede out for ninety, Boona fifty, f*ck that Bentley truck (man, what?)
Goin' to court like we gon' trick on him, bro, what you did to him? (Pussy)
Losin' back to back, they still ain't slide like that shit weird to him (pussy)
County jail, he go on any deck, that shit get real for him (get him)
When I'm off papers, I'm goin' to visit Steve, free my man and them (free Steve)
And they almost got inside his head, what they sayin' to him? (Free Steve)
And all them killers that you look up to, I'm the man to them

Otf4l (21, 21, 21)
And I don't even be cliquin' and linkin' with niggas

Pop up out that cut (21), f*ck it, drop your nuts (21)
He was smokin'- okay, he got touched (21)
Draw down on your man (21), boy, you better not clutch (21)
Every time they shit get spinned, they blamin' us (21)
Where they hood at, twin? Let's go flame it up (21, facts)
Niggas lyin' 'bout the score, they need to hang it up (21, facts)
You gon' get your Glock took tryna hang with us (21, facts)
I grew up on the Eastside where it's dangerous (yeah, yeah, facts, man, what?)

We turn bullies to ashes (21), knock a nigga out like Cassius (21)
Cut on that switch and I blast it (21), which one of y'all opps the fastest? (21)
I ain't even go to my classes, f*ck I look like giving out passes? (21)
Two hundred on all my dashes, all my opps be musty and ashy (21)
I don't wanna argue on the 'Gram, I'm tryna paint him red (21)
I don't even feel like f*ckin' right now, baby, just give me some head (21)
Every dog gon' have his day, so stand on what you said (21)
I can't wait to shrug my shoulders when you pop up dead (21)
He on the phone gangbangin' while he in the feds (21)
Came home and tried to hang, that shit had me scared (21)
This bitch got her outside clothes in my bed (21)
You got some nerve, lil' bitch, my covers cost an arm and leg (21)
Mossberg with the slugs takin' off his legs (fow)
Put that stick all in his face, knock out all his dread (grrah, fow)
Send a blitz, I ain't talkin', nigga, this ain't TED (pussy)
You feel some type of way, you pussy 'cause you scared to say it (pussy)

Pop up out that cut (21), f*ck it, drop your nuts (21)
He was smokin'- okay, he got touched (21)
Draw down on your man (21), boy, you better not clutch (21)
Every time they shit get spinned, they blamin' us (21)
Where they hood at, twin? Let's go flame it up (21)
Niggas lyin' 'bout the score, they need to hang it up (21)
You gon' get your Glock took tryna hang with us (21)
I grew up on the Eastside where it's dangerous (facts)
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Writer: Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Leland Tyler Wayne, Durk Banks, Jahmal Gwin, Jahshua Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




​née-nah

[Travis Scott]
I took a ballerina down to the ball dance
Met a couple ball players, found a ball stance
Now we in the bathroom, she found a ball face
Took some shots and balled out, now how the stall taste?
I can't even go inside, my old hoes might hear
I might need to hit the town, I need you right here, right here
'Til she reached in the trunk and found a nina
I told her, "Baby, that's Nina Simone"
Ayy, drivin' through the liquor store faded, braided
Hands in this motherf*cker wavin', hazy
'80s like the '90s and 2000s (Tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh)
Drivin' through this motherf*cker, wildin'
Ayy, Brady seven pack, they come in bunch
I been with the 'quad on a high note, gettin' C-notes
Different presentation to this vibe, you need a keynote
Presi' 'round this motherf*cker, I ain't sendin' vetos
Ain't no stoppin' shit or stoppin' licks, them boys on G-O
Battin' out the 504, I saved her name as "Creole"
Balance when I'm on a road, I get the go and T-O
Dominatrix Matrix when she do it like I'm Neo
Shit is off its sockets, they lock in
Mama said live up to my name, but they jockin'
They gon' try go and take your face for the profit
They gon' lie, they gon' slip and slide, get beside ya
They gon' try, we a hundred deep like Verizon
In the trees with the bumble bees on horizon
Ain't catchin' Zs, I been in in the V, on road to Zion
Sell they souls, hoppin' in that mode that I ain't buyin'

[21 Savage]
He ain't Slaughter Gang, then he ain't official (Yeah)
When that chopper sing, you really think that they gon' miss you?
I spent a half a million dollars on dismissals
It's gon' be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (Mhm)
Got me f*cked up, nigga, got me f*cked up (Yeah)
When I send it past the ceilin', that shit stuck up
All that talkin', actin' tough get you roughed up (21, 21)
If your wifey at the spot, she gettin' bust up (21, 21)

[21 Savage, BabyDrill]
Rich nigga, got my strap from Tommy Hilfiger (21)
Red, white, and blue, American, I kill niggas (Pussy)
Spray his block and then pull off, this a real dipple (Skrrt)
Bottega pick my cotton, but I'm a field nigga (On God)
I be sittin' inside the house 'cause I don't feel niggas (F*ck 'em)
F*ck with Baby, but my baby like to drill niggas (BabyDrill)
Claustrophobic, I don't even like to chill with 'em (21)
Guess I'm fake since everybody say they real niggas (On God)
Got a whoopin', but you still ain't learned your lesson, huh? (Pussy)
Hard-headed, you won't end up on a stretcher, huh? (Pussy)
Oh, you Usher now, you givin' out confessions, huh? (Pussy)
On the blogs like these hoes, oh, you messy, huh? (Pussy)
Put a Louis logo on my switch
I know Virgil probably lookin' down like, "Damn, this nigga back on that shit" (21)
Back inside the club with my blick (21)
Playin' freeze tag, shit, I'm tryna see who it (On God)
Niggas say we opps, when they see me, don't do shit (On God)
Only person believe that you a killer is your bitch (21)
Makin' diss songs, this nigga died about a diss (Facts)
If I see my opps while I'm in cuffs, then I'ma spit (Pussy)
Wanna kill the world about your bitch 'cause she on dick (21)
Thinkin' 'bout the hoes that I'ma shit on while I piss (21)
You ain't heard my music, why you ballin' up your fists? (21)
Reverb on the chopper, it go, "Baow" when it hit (21)

[21 Savage]
He ain't Slaughter Gang, then he ain't official (Yeah)
When that chopper sing, you really think that they gon' miss you?
I spent a half a million dollars on dismissals
It's gon' be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (Mhm)
Got me f*cked up, nigga, got me f*cked up (Yeah)
When I send it past the ceilin', that shit stuck up
All that talkin', actin' tough get you roughed up (21, 21)
If your wifey at the spot, she gettin' bust up
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




see the real

My dog don't want nothin' out of life but to kill niggas
And they wonder why I'm still with 'em
All these Ms in the bank, I don't feel richer
I'ma step up in that way since a lil' nigga
Another body get dropped, I don't feel different
Took some Ls, but I'm still winnin'
You knew she was a thot, why you still with her?
When you tell somebody no, you see the real in 'em

Slidin' in the Benz
You know that's my brother, so we call each other twins
By the way we shake hands
Got it out the mud, but we grew up in the sand
You a shooter or a fan?
We can't get at you, then we gon' bring it to your mans
I don't do the Twitter rants
Brand new Desert Eagle, tryna stuff it in my pants
Check my net worth, I'll be dead first
All my hoes fine, got the best head
If I wanna cuff her, she arrested
Try to take my bitch, you get your neck slit
Call me Santa Claus, 'cause I'm rich-rich
Put a Birkin bag on your wish list
Jumped in the DM and she missed it

My dog don't want nothin' out of life but to kill niggas
And they wonder why I'm still with 'em
All these Ms in the bank, I don't feel richer
I'ma step up in that way since a lil' nigga
Another body get dropped, I don't feel different
Took some Ls, but I'm still winnin'
You knew she was a thot, why you still with her?
When you tell somebody no, you see the real in 'em

Snitchin' is a no-no
Rappers wanna beef, but I ain't givin' niggas promo
Got your baby mama with me askin' for the coco
Not Chanel neither, nah, she wanna do the blow-blow
Hit her from the back, then I put her in the chokehold
Shit done got crazy, man, we f*ckin' on the floor-floor
Sippin' on this syrup and it got me movin' slow-mo
She gon' take a charge if we run into the po-po
Walk 'em down 'til I'm tired
Give a opp a first-class ticket to the sky
Diamonds ice skating, if you touch 'em, we gon' slide
Shut up, hit this hookah, you keep f*ckin' up the vibe
She ain't mine, but I treat her like I love her
Pussy good, but I can't hit without no rubber
She start trippin', I'ma go and get another

My dog don't want nothin' out of life but to kill niggas
And they wonder why I'm still with 'em
All these Ms in the bank, I don't feel richer
I'ma step up in that way since a lil' nigga
Another body get dropped, I don't feel different
Took some Ls, but I'm still winnin'
You knew she was a thot, why you still with her?
When you tell somebody no, you see the real in 'em
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Writer: Jocelyn Donald, Jordan Holt-May, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Joshua Parker, Smash, DEZ, 10 Rock
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




prove it

You are the love-
You are the love of my life (precious little baby)
I dedicate my love to you
You are my joy, oh
My child (yeah, woah)

I'm pourin' up Wocky in Greece
I came a long way from the east
She leavin' her cream on the sheets
My brother say he want a niece
When I'm with you, it's a safe space
Baby, you bringin' me peace
You know how it get in the streets
Ain't none of it shallow, it's deep
Yeah
I wanna cuddle for weeks
Your mama 'nem think that you innocent
I know you turn into a freak
Don't really care about your exes
Whatever it is, it could be
They playin', I'm makin 'em see
I know you swingin' them hoes like the D
I had to comb out the dreads
She fell in love with the braids
Gutter bitch, she cook and clean
And she'll load up the Ks
Your body got me in a daze
It don't matter the look, you get slayed
Her face card never decline
Man, f*ck all that makeup, you fine
Better tell all them niggas you mine
She a dollar, way more than a dime
When I'm with you, I get nervous
It gotta be love, it's a sign
Yeah
I don't care where we goin', I'm ridin'
F*ck what you bring to the table
'Cause bae you the table, I'm eatin', let's dine (oh-oh)

You know you my baby, you know you my twin
If they disrespect me, then it's comin' to an end
If them niggas play with me, we know that you gon' sin
Baby, if only you knew
How much I do love you
How much I do trust you
I pray these hoes don't make me have to prove it

You need a nigga to mold you (I know)
You need a nigga to hold you (I do)
He a lil' boy and I told you
Why you keep lookin' for closure?
Hit Eliantte and froze her (yeah, yeah)
Now you a bear, polar
Play with her cat, Doja (oh)
Throw that shit back like you 'posed to
Trust me, I'm takin' it easy
I really wanna get neeky
You actin' shy, but you freaky (oh)
I want a piece, no Reese (oh)
She sayin', "Bae, come meet me
At the salon, I'm on Peachtree"
She know I'm pullin' up BP (oh yeah)
Ten Presidentials, no DC
She love Louis and CC (oh)
No 2K, I got VC
Grab on that ass when she greet me
I heard of your nigga, he sweet tea
You cuffed me, don't ever release me (no, baby)
Talk about me in your stories
Bae, sub-tweet me

You know you my baby, you know you my twin
If they disrespect me, then it's comin' to an end
If them niggas play with me, we know that you gon' sin
Baby, if only you knew
How much I do love you
How much I do trust you
I pray these hoes don't make me have to prove it

You are the love of my life
I dedicate
I dedicate it all to you
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Writer: Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Summer Walker, Carl Thompson, Edward Maclin Cooper III, Faith Evans, Isaiah Brown, Tye Beats
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




shouldve wore a bonnet

Lovin' you is all that I have to do (yeah)
I don't wanna do anything else
I don't wanna do anything else, baby, baby

Drop your dot, you know I'm comin'
Lace front f*cked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me

Drop the lo', I'm comin'
I already know it's runnin' for me
Girl, it's truly a blessin'
You can make all the mess that you want
And that's all that I want
Is for you to run
Runnin' like a faucet
Don't give a f*ck 'bout where you goin' (woah, yeah)

Workin' even on your days off (yeah, yeah)
Body right, everything soft (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two shots, she don't really talk
Business card, show 'em you the boss
We can take a jet to see the world
I know that you a small city girl (21, 21)
I know niggas in your DM
She don't wanna be your BM
Who them niggas? Shit, we them
No cap, kizzy or a brim
Late night, grippin' off her Skims
Wintertime, I got on my Timbs
Make a baby, listenin' to Tems (21)
These bitches call me Sugar Ray
I might ball, but nigga, I don't play
Call a Uber, she done overstayed
Every hour, new one on the way
Pop shit, I'm straight up out the A
Hot shit, come up out the K
My lil' brother got more masks than Ye
I wanna feel your stomach (21)
Grab the sheets, I wanna see you runnin' (on God)
Runnin' from me, runnin'
Runnin' from me, runnin'

Drop your dot, you know I'm comin'
Lace front f*cked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me (21)
Runnin' from me, runnin'

Drop the lo', I'm comin'
I already know it's runnin' for me
Girl, it's truly a blessin'
You can make all the mess that you want (on God)
And that's all that I want
Is for you to run (yeah)
Runnin' like a faucet
Don't give a f*ck 'bout where you goin' (on God)

When I come around, you'll know (yeah, you know)
Have your head right, just goin' down for show (that's on God)
F*ck where you bed at, bitch, get down on the floor (21, 21)
Runnin' from me (21, 21)

Drop your dot, you know I'm comin'
Lace front f*cked up, you should've wore your bonnet
Runnin' from me, runnin' from me
Runnin' from me, runnin'

Lovin' you is all that I have to do
I don't wanna do anything else
Listen, baby
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Writer: Christopher Wood, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Darryl Pearson, David Patino, Donald Earle De Grate Jr, Joel Hailey, Johnny Juliano, Ronald LaTour
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




just like me

We never run before
Everybody be body-body to body, to body
You know I bond onto you

You was the truth when I was lyin'
Don't forget, don't forget
You were the judge for my crimes and you took my life
Don't forget, don't forget
But now you're just like me (Metro)
Now you're just like me, ooh
Now you're just like me
Now you're just like
Just like me, just like me, man, you just like me

In my feelings, I can't text right (21)
You got all the bosses wonderin' what your sex like (on God)
Hit the gym, keep her stomach and her chest tight (yeah)
If I ain't told you yet, you know that you the best, right? (On God)
Do you still feel the same? I just wanna know (21)
Roses on the floor (floor)
I put Van Cleef from your head to your toe (on God)
Buy you brand-new cars and I park 'em at your door (straight up)
Double-tap and I put heart eyes under every post (21)
Ten Kelly bags, back to back, I do the most (on God)
How you givin' up on me? You 'posed to be my ho (21)
Now you tryna act like me, I just go with the flow (21)
You want me to cut off feelings that I don't control (on God)

You was the truth when I was lyin'
Don't forget, don't forget
You were the judge for my crimes and you took my life
Don't forget, don't forget
But now you're just like me
Now you're just like me, ooh
Now you're just like me
Now you're just like
Just like me, just like me, man, you just like me (woah, woah)

You be actin' like a man, play your role (21)
I need a woman, baby, I don't need a bro (on God)
I asked her body count, she sent the GIF of me and Cole (what?)
Seen her text, it had me speechless, yeah, that was bold (21)
I guess bein' in the mix ain't gettin' old to you (21)
You just livin' in a dream that was sold to you (on God)
Seein' purses on the 'Gram and now you tryna get 'em (21)
Any man provide that lifestyle, you gon' be wit' 'em (21)
You got accounts, but you don't hold yourself accountable (never)
I bend you over, you be grabbin' on your banister (facts)
Girl, the way you eat that meat, you a cannibal (21)
No love handles, but she love the way I handle her (21)

You was the truth when I was lyin'
Don't forget, don't forget
You were the judge for my crimes and you took my life
Don't forget, don't forget
But now you're just like me
Now you're just like me, ooh
Now you're just like me
Now you're just like
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Damini Ogulu, Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Leland Wayne, Isaac De Boni, Jahmal Gwin, Michael Mule
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




red sky

Red sky bleedin' from my eye
Tides risin' up to new highs
I turn my back to the wind
Slowly driftin' away
I hear the night sing (welcome to your new)
Welcome to your new

It's fourth and inches, I'm sendin' a blitz
Live on the toilet, I stay on my shit
You say we opps, but you stay on my dick
My shooter a rapper, I sent him a hit
They be on Twitter like, "When he gon' miss?"
Say I fell off, but I fell in his bitch
F*ck your white flag, I ain't tellin' 'em shit
I play it cool and hand brodie the blick
Blick out yo' stu' just to show you I'm rich
Now you can't drop no more music 'cause shit
How you jump right on that song and then snitch?
Nigga, you sassy and wrong as a bitch
Say the wrong thing and get put on that list
This is a warning 'cause Savage don't diss
Better thank me that your ass still exist
'Cause Jesus can't save you from what's in this stick
She don't look good without makeup, I'm stiff
Don't f*ck with rappers 'cause most of 'em snitch
Diamonds gon' cover my neck and my fist
Watch on my leg 'cause I ran out of wrists
Draco brown like a Hershey
Hang out the window and blow 'em a kiss
Hang out the window and wave at his bitch
Gun smoke, I take it far when I'm pissed

Under cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')
Sunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')
One that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')
Before that's done, it's waking

Don't give a f*ck, I'ma rock with my twin
Niggas freeze up when it's time to go spin
Speak on the dead, then we boxin' you in
Send you to heaven, they kill you again
We killed his buddy, he buckin' again
If they revive 'em, we bust him again
Pistol so big, ain't no tuckin' it in
I got in trouble for tellin' on friends
Rip out your tongue if you talkin' too much
You gon' get chopped out talkin' to us
Bullet-proof truck 'cause I know they could touch me
Bury the K and it still shoot rusty
F*ck my opps, niggas broke and they musty
All my exes still wanna f*ck me
Eliantte on me, this is not lucky
Fry me a nigga like I'm from Kentucky
Remember when pops used to front me
When I see rappers, I do not see rappers, my nigga, I really see lunch meat
Three-hundred black on the seat and the Glock on my hip
Ain't no way you could punch me
You ain't really gang, you a flunkie
Send your ass to the store like you auntie, pussy

Under cover of the darkness (red sky bleedin')
Sunlight moves, awakening (red sky bleedin')
One that stares while one's asleep (red sky bleedin')
Before that's done, it's waking

This is really happening
Is this is really happening?
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Writer: Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Carlton Davis Mays, Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




​dark days

I finally got the fame and fortune that I prayed for
Who would have thought I would emerge from all that gun smoke?
This for all the teenagers that wanna gun tote
'Cause they cheaper in the hood than in the gun store (on God)
You gon' lose a lot of your friends and that's what hurt the most
You can't do nothin' but reminisce about y'all crackin' jokes
You feelin' like nobody love you, I know how that go
You gotta love yourself, lil' nigga, that's gon' help you glow (on God)
I know it might sound lame, but just stay in school (21)
They got a place that they put people who don't follow rules (yeah)
You probably got your mama scared, don't wanna watch the news
Ready to risk your life and freedom for a pair of shoes
Yeah, you say you love your switch, but they don't love you back
You can hug that block all night, it ain't gon' hug you back (facts)
Some of your friends gon' reincarnate and come back as rats (pussy)
And after your candlelight, they ain't gon' give your mama jack
Now your brother kids askin' where they daddy at
So you gotta lie and tell 'em he just took a nap (damn)
You done failed in the streets, so now you tryna rap
But that ain't really workin' for you, so it's back to trap, damn

When it's all said and done
There's some things you can't run from
It's hard to decide
Either live or you die
I, I ask myself was it all worth the risk
'Cause I can't pretend (yeah)
I can't stand the thought of losing you

I know how it feel to see your dawgs stretched out (on God)
And watch him struggle tryna let his last breath out (damn)
You don't wanna do it, but you lost some real niggas that you gotta step out
One more seat left in the car, you gotta help out (yeah)
Niggas stressed out (yeah, yeah)
Probably why I tell the kids to put the guns down (oh, facts)
Gangsta but I still cry when nobody around
Tryna numb the pain, drinkin' bottles 'til I drown ('til I drown, 21)
Never do no suicide
But I'd be lyin' if I said it hadn't crossed my mind
I hurt on the inside and I still act like I'm fine
Why the judge give my nigga Paul all that time? (Free Paul, hey)
Heard they lockin' niggas up for what they put in rhymes
Standin' on this shit (oh), f*ck it, I'm still writin' mine (f*ck 'em, oh)
This what growth look like, no more committin' crimes (21)
I stayed out the way and made a way for us to grind (21, 21)

When it's all said and done (all said and done)
There's some things you can't run from
It's hard to decide
Either live or you die (live)
I, I ask myself (ask myself) was it all worth the risk (was it all?)
'Cause I can't pretend (yeah)
I can't stand the thought of losing you
All my dawgs too

Forever-ever Eastside (Eastside)
This shit 'posed to be for life (supposed to be for life, 4L)
Jumpin' shit since we was five (21, five)
We got that fire, we was nine, nine
Even though I'm up, up
You can see the pain in my eyes
I mean like f*ck love (on God)
But either way, I'm still gon' try
Got me f*cked up (21)
Seein' my twin on Channel 5
I, 'cause even gangsters cry
I, I, I
Gangsters cry
Even gangsters cry
I, I, I
Even gangsters cry
(I, I, I)
21, 21

My son, this is your time
I know your heart
And I've watched you rise above many challenges
And you have made me so proud
I pray for many more fulfilling experiences
As you elevate to new levels of growth, purpose, and success
Dreams really do come true
By the grace of the source of life, so be it
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Sheyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Mariah Buckles, Yousef Sameh, Kavi Lybarger, Atia Boggs, Ahmar Bailey, Yakki Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Back to: 21 Savage


American Dream is the third solo studio album by 21 Savage.

The album features guest appearances from Doja Cat, Young Thug, Metro Boomin, Lil Durk, Travis Scott, Summer Walker, Brent Faiyaz, Burna Boy, Tommy Newport, Mikky Ekko, and Mariah the Scientist.

Production was handled by Metro Boomin himself, London on da Track, Scribz Riley, Allen Ritter, OG Parker, Cardo, FnZ, and Honorable C.N.O.T.E., among others.

The album serves as the follow-up to Savage's 2018 release I Am > I Was.
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap
Producer(s): Allen Ritter, BoogzDaBeast, Cardo, Coupe, Dpat, FnZ, g06beatz, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., ibmixing, Isaiah Brown, Johnny Juliano, Jonah Stevens, Jonas Lee, Kid Hazel, Kurtis McKenzie, Kxvi, Lil Tyh, London on da Track, Metro Boomin, OG Parker, Scribz Riley, Smash David, Spiff Sinatra
Released: January 12th, 2024
Year: 2024

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