Savages Boosie Badazz

[Verse 1]
Look, they took interviews and they flipped 'em on me
Still I rise
They threw crosses between me and my closest homie Webbie
But the shit ain't fly
They asked critics if I did it or ain't did it
What they doin', they searchin' for lies
Dirt on my name, they hurt me inside
What a hell of a tide
I'm feelin' like Koly, my heart cold as a bitch
I was raised in the streets
Lot of nights couldn't sleep, it was deep on my street
I had to prey on the weak
Nigga got loose and a nigga left his head in the street
Now he dead in the street
No shit, we don't go for that ho shit 'round here
Can't be scared on my street
They'll bust your head on the street
If you want beef, dead nigga
All of my niggas are savages, huh
Have you dead by the weekend nigga
I'm tatted up all on my sleeve
Made me risk it then I run to the weed
My cousin found guilty of murder, it's Murder
It's murder, more murder, we raised up in murder