Treacherous lyrics

[Intro]
Chase Davis on the beat, yeah
When I talk, I like to talk to souls
Drop that sh*t

[Verse 1]
Knife in my back, hit a artery
Home invasion to a robbery
And I told you, give me honesty
You filed my taxes, got me audited
You hang with them, I don't want part of it
You wanna fake 'cause you ain't start with me
I said sorry but you started it
You confused, you can't hang with us
I put the dope in a Ziploc
They stole my style, wow
What the f*ck happened to hip-hop?
Free Sheety, he gave me the Crip walk
My brothers addicted to stick talk
The J's addicted to fentanyl
I count up a check, I got big talk
41 M on a wrist watch
Careers be goin' on a rapture
Frontier was hurting my back
I was dyin', now I'm flyin' private
I put my gang over the whole mob, I told them n*ggas I'm biased
Black truck came with a drive through
My name, it came with the violence
My name, it come with the violence
My name, it come with the sirens
My n*ggas got grills like Pyrex
Kid drill was a fire fighter
On the corner, we was fightin' fire
In Chicago, I was at a rival
Gettin' picked up in a Stryker
You can tell that I don't like you
You can tell I'm gon' try you
[Chorus]
Yeah, this for the savages
This for the savages, this for the savages
This sh*t treacherous
This sh*t treacherous, this sh*t treacherous
This for the savages
This for the savages, this for the savages
This sh*t treacherous
This sh*t treacherous, this sh*t treacherous

[Verse 2]
You don't know what the fame took
Ain't been on the land in like two years
Why they got me in the gang book?
But I ride with the same hood
And this money won't change nothin'
Told bro, open the lane for me
Don't give up my name, beloved
You f*ckin' a lame, beloved
Her rib got my name above it
Kiss Bernice on the cheek, I'm bogus for it (Sorry)
And I be takin' narcotics
A big shoot out on Cottage
Dropped out, ain't make it to college
I'm not no good role model
I like to take care of my toddler
Send money to jail for my partners
You don't think I'm a a major artist
Even though I got plaques and charted
Swallow crack, I had to vomit
Gotta do it 'cause the police comin'
I'm from where it's rainin' bullets
Nasty hoes don't wear condoms
Where the street n*ggas support your talent
Where the street n*ggas say you valid
California Queen from a pallet
And I had to get full of a salad
From the home of the gangsters
You ain't never say thank you
Only The Family, the label
I went to school for the cable
[Chorus]
This for the savages
This for the savages, this for the savages
This sh*t treacherous
This sh*t treacherous, this sh*t treacherous
This for the savages
This for the savages, this for the savages
This sh*t treacherous
This sh*t treacherous, this sh*t treacherous