Show Dem Camp – Savagae ft LadiPoe

Way ahead of my peers I feel I’ve been here before
They still catching up to the level we were before

I’m feeling like Dasuki I’m here to collect it all
These Jezebels dey holla reluctant to get involved
Guy the way this economy here dey fall
They saw black Gold in the vault they cleared it all
They chopped every bloodclat thing they cleared it all
They wiped their mouth clean with our doh
I swear to God
Now they’re asking guys to forgive them
That’s how you feel na G at all

It’s like
Too much yanning and no planning its like
Too much foreplay and no blammin its like
Ghost all guys they all scamming
Stop calling that thing rap we won’t have it
So average your status it don’t matter
Shey you know we bout that life so don’t panic
Look fresh look fly with no stylist
I’m bout to put these niggas as on blast
I’m so savage

Once again it’s the warmhearted yet cold blooded cat with the baritone ya girls loving and flows flooded with gold nuggets
This concrete maze I rose from it by making moves just like the builder berg group
On a lower budget cause with words I’m so cunning
If success is a drug gimme some toks of it
Who wants smoke from this Lasgidi novelist
Look your favorite rapper prolly in some platonic shit
Cause like a Russian mine strips
My coal crushing methods are timeless

Digging into my mind til I end up with diamonds
Heat checks 2013 LeBron tip
When I get in a zone lyrically I’m arthritis
That’s bad to the bone

Cause yo check out the surgery third degree burning these nursery rappers trapped in their own minds version of purgatory
We try to learn em G but you know the saying they push
Wanna hide it from a black man then put it in a book
If you wanna sell it to him make sure it comes with a hook

Fuck leading em to the lake they want the fish when its cooked
Fuck getting their hands dirty deep in the crannies and nooks
They scared to death scared to look hommie they shook

Stop stop calling that thing rap yeah
Rest in peace prodigy

Look fresh bang bang look fly with no stylist
I’m bout to put these niggas as on blast I’m so savage

I start my week on a Saturday
I’m so weak on these latter days
I been putting in work and all the wins have to marinate
Being a beast I salivate
Over beats that I navigate
I’m a glutton for food for thought
Baby go on and a grab a plate

I have a gift where I gravitate to the real
Stab a fake to reveal
There’s only one man already
My copyright signed and sealed
My plan b is the nail in your coffin
Right I’ll be real
I gave birth to these kids
Should’ve had their mum on the pill

I’ve been hanging with savages
And this shit is vicarious
Are you charging for beats or
Charging for me for the damages
Yes you wonder what I mean
But it’s a question of averages
Cause with the mode I’m in

There’s no re-occurrence of amateurs ‘ey

Had to sharpen my blade
Threw a couple shots
Don’t get caught with stray
I know I meant to talk politics
But all we do is complain
I’m like Hov on the black album
What more can I say
I’m a savage