Future - My lyrics

I be on the phone with Doe Boy I be telling him, he inspired me to go harder Know what I'm saying, real talk My savages, my savages, my savages I'm always dressing fresher than a mannequin I grew up in a ruthless a** environment I'm on the phone with yo, I ask him how the trial went 35 racks is how my day was spent I gotta co*k it back, that's how my day would get You got me thinking all these b**hes artificial The way you acting you must don't respect a real n***a Roll some herb up, pour some syrup up They tried to infiltrate us and then betrayed us I told you way before what happened they was hating on us You know when we was juuging for it they was mad at us Aye, this a letter for my dogs How we let the money get between us How we let these b**hes get between us How we let these n***as get between us I got love for all my savages with itchy fingers I got love but it ain't like the love I got for India She held me down when I was broke, I got her to infinity My lil dog caught a murder, gone for infinity Dumping ashes on your obituary, I know you feeling me RIP my GrandDad Quick, he should have seen this sh** 20 thousand O's of child support, I seen that sh** Riding round with all them choppers, I done seen this sh** These rappers mad at me but these n***as ain't doing sh** And I just bought a pound of kush so I can smoke that sh** I went and spent a half a ticket at the dealership The fame is doing a lot of damage to my friendships If Esco didn't love me would've been done jumped ship And it's the love from my fans got me still here Monster! Say I'm Illuminati, they tryna make me catch a body I don't know when I'ma flip, n***a Get me some codeine and sip, n***a Big bank saying wipe a n***a's nose, my girl changed the lock on the doors Before this sh** pour up a fo', ain't falling in love with no ho That what you want for me? That what you really expect? You thinking I'm sitting up depressed? I'm somewhere countin' up me a check I hate I had to f** with any of you n***as, that's my only regret Drag the mink on the floor The Cuban links on my ho Ten whips in a row, who would think we were poor? Who would think we was poor? There's money laying on the floor Got some hoes laying on some hoes Got a shawty with me, she a pro No she'll never meet another n***a not another n***a like me Even if he got a billion dollars he can't make her cum like me Who compliment you like me? It better be about an image Tell me all of this a gimmick, they thought the whips got rented Because the Spurs weren't tinted, I told em ain't got nothing to hide I told em I'll do with the pies, told em f** all of my roles, I don't even write