Lil Durk - Treacherous lyrics

[Intro] Chase Davis on the beat, yeah When I talk, I like to talk to souls Drop that sh** [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** 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***as 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***as 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** treacherous This sh** treacherous, this sh** treacherous This for the savages This for the savages, this for the savages This sh** treacherous This sh** treacherous, this sh** 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**in' 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***as support your talent Where the street n***as 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** treacherous This sh** treacherous, this sh** treacherous This for the savages This for the savages, this for the savages This sh** treacherous This sh** treacherous, this sh** treacherous