text: Shout out 808 Melo
  Young Savage, why you trappin so hard?
  Why these niggas cappin so hard?
  Why you got a 12 car garage?
  Why you pullin all these rappers cards?
  Cause these niggas pussy and Im hard
  I turn that fuckin soft into some hard
  I grew up in the streets without no heart
  Im prayin to my Glock and my carbon
  I dont know why Chip mentioned my name
  But Devilmans tryna get attention again
  Told you before this year is the year of the real
  Fake niggas get left in the rain
  Think cause Im up there sitting on a plane
  That I cant really hear what the people are saying
  But I can hear everything loud and clear
  And theyre telling me to tell you to stay in your lane
  Pussy niggas love sneak dissin
  Til I pull up on em, slap em out with the fire
  Wet your mamas house, wet your grandmas house
  Keep shootin until somebody die
  So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar
  Thought it was Fourth of July
  You was with your friends playin Nintendo
  I was playin round with that fire
  Seventh grade, I got caught with a pistol
  Sent me to Panthersville
  Eighth grade, started playin football
  Then I was like fuck the field
  Ninth grade, I was knocking niggas out
  Nigga like Holyfield
  Fast forward, nigga, 2016
  And Im screamin fuck a deal
  Cause they know Devilman did snitch on some serious cases
  Say my name, nah, thats not right
  Heart on my sleeve any time that I write
  Them man cant say anything that I aint already told man about my life
  Made a couple shit songs, yeah thats nice
  Repeated my bars, oh yeah thats nice
  Cause when your bars are hard like mine fam
  Sometimes manna gotta say them twice
  Fact of the matter is my bars totally murk
  Your bars sound like youre smoking the work
  Before you end up on the sex offenders list
  Manna gon put the devil in the dirt
  Wah gwan for certain man
  Thought it was a clash about music
  All of a sudden Devilman, you wanna sperm on man
  Young Savage, why you trappin so hard?
  Why these niggas cappin so hard?
  Why you got a 12 car garage?
  Why you pullin all these rappers cards?
  Cause these niggas pussy and Im hard
  I turn that fuckin soft into some hard
  I grew up in the streets without no heart
  Im prayin to my Glock and my carbon
  "Savage, I was just playin"
  Yall pussy niggas fakin
  Bitch, I hang around them Haitians
  Pull up on you, tie your kids up
  Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
  "Come on, man, Savage, you know I always play your mixtape"
  Yeah, nigga, fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes
  Young Savage, why you trappin so hard?
  Why these niggas cappin so hard?
  Why you got a 12 car garage?
  Why you pullin all these rappers cards?
  Cause these niggas pussy and Im hard
  I turn that fuckin soft into some hard
  I grew up in the streets without no heart
  Im prayin to my Glock and my carbon