歌词
[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
年轻兄弟Savage你干嘛卖药卖这么勤?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
为啥他们嗑药这么狠?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
你为啥有个十二车的车库?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
你为啥不给其他说唱歌手留活路?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
因为他们都是胆小鬼，我才是真男人
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
我把软绵绵的药物调制成硬货
I grew up in the streets without no heart
我在街头长大冷酷无情
I'm praying to my Glock and my card
我向我的格洛克手枪和我手中的牌的祈祷
[Verse 1]
I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat
我坐下看书就像戴帽子的猫一样
21 Savage, the cat with the MAC
但我21 Savage，就像这只猫，但手里的武器换成了冲锋枪
21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood but I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back
我21 Savage不是街头男孩但我仍会在你面前停车，在你背后开枪弄死你
Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats
就像小Stuart（漫画里的老鼠），这些人都爱去告密（Rat双关，有告密者的意思）
Pockets full of cheese, bitch I got racks
口袋里装满“奶酪”，妹子哥有的是钱
I'm a real street nigga bitch
我是个正真的街头人
I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax
我不是那些只会虚张声势的人
Pussy niggas love sneak dissing 'til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire
胆小鬼只会在背后偷偷黑我直到我开车碾过他们，用火力弄死他们
Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house, keep shootin' until somebody die
对你妈妈的房子开枪，对你奶奶的房子，突突突到有人死了为止
So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar, thought it was Fourth of July
枪声太密邻居都看看日历，看看是不是国庆节在放烟花
You was with your friends playing Nintendo, I was playin' 'round with that fire
你和你的朋友玩任天堂，我拿着把枪玩呢（指21 Savage初一时就将枪带到学校）
Seventh grade I got caught with a pistol, sent me to Pantherville
七年级时被抓到拿着枪，把我弄到少管所去了
Eighth grade started playin' football, then I was like fuck the field
八年级时开始打橄榄球，接下来我称霸球场
Ninth grade I was knocking niggas out, nigga like Holyfield
九年级我就把人打昏了，那些人壮得像拳击手霍利菲尔德一样
Fast forward nigga, 2016 and I'm screaming fuck a deal
时间快进，现在是2016年我喊着唱片合约可以滚了
Bad bitch with me, she so thick, I don't even need a pill
漂亮妹子和我在一起，身材太好了，我不嗑药就能爽
I listen to your raps, thought you was hard
我听你的说唱，以为你是个真男人
You ain't even street for real
你都不是真正在街头混
Niggas love sneak dissing on twitter
黑子喜欢在社交网络上偷偷黑我
They don't want beef for real
他们不想真的惹上我们的
And all these niggas play like they tough
这些人都在混以为自己很强
'till a nigga get killed
直到一个人被弄死
'till a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled
直到一个人被放到，直到你血溅街头
I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'
瞄准你最喜爱的说唱歌手，像John Dill一样向他开枪
"I been with you since day one, Savage I ain't even hating"
“我从第一天开始就和你混了，Savage我根本不黑你啊”
So what's up with all that instagram shit?
所以你在社交媒体上的发的东西是咋回事
"Savage I was just playin'"
“Savage兄弟我就玩玩而已啊”
Y'all pussy niggas fakin', bitch I hang around them Haitians
你们这群垃圾都爱黑我我和那群海地人混
Pull up on you, tie your kids up
在你面前停车，把你的孩子绑起来
Pistol whip you while your bitch naked
用枪柄打你，你的妹子没穿衣服
"Come on man, Savage you know I always play your mixtape"
“求你了兄弟，Savage我总是听你的混音带的啊”
Yeah nigga fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes
好好好不管这些，去天上问你的妹子口我是什么滋味吧
[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
年轻兄弟Savage你干嘛卖药卖这么勤?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
为啥他们嗑药这么狠?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
你为啥有个十二车的车库?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
你为啥不给其他说唱歌手留活路?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
因为他们都是胆小鬼，我才是真男人
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
我把软绵绵的药物调制成硬货
I grew up in the streets without no heart
我在街头长大冷酷无情
I'm praying to my Glock and my card
我向我的格洛克手枪和我手中的牌的祈祷
[Verse 2]
{第二段歌词}
So much dope that it broke the scale
禁药太多，要把秤压垮了
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
他们说禁药会要人命，但我的禁药十分畅销
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
我的兄弟在厨房里打包货物
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
我的包是路易的，皮带也是路易的
Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up
金链晃动，钻石闪耀，等下
Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up
挥舞着手中的枪，咱们和帮派混，等下
Niggas actin' like groupies, they don't know us
那群人表现的像粉丝一样，他们根本不知道我
Little do they know their bitches fuckin' on the tour bus
他们也不太知道他们的妹子和我在旅游大巴上嘿嘿嘿
[Hook]
Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?
年轻兄弟Savage你干嘛卖药卖这么勤?
Why these niggas cappin' so hard?
为啥他们嗑药这么狠?
Why you got a 12 car garage?
你为啥有个十二车的车库?
Why you pullin' all these rappers cards?
你为啥不给其他说唱歌手留活路?
Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard
因为他们都是胆小鬼，我才是真男人
I turn that fucking soft into some hard
我把软绵绵的药物调制成硬货
I grew up in the streets without no heart
我在街头长大冷酷无情
I grew up in the streets without no heart
我向我的格洛克手枪和我手中的牌的祈祷
[Outro]
{结尾}
So much dope that it broke the scale
禁药太多，要把秤压垮了
They say crack kills, nigga my crack sells
他们说禁药会要人命，但我的禁药十分畅销
My brother in the kitchen and he rappin' a bale
我的兄弟在厨房里打包货物
Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt
我的包是路易的，皮带也是路易的
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