a lot

21 Savage21 Dec 2018
Lyrics

a lot (Explicit) - 21 Savage (21·萨维奇)

Lyrics by:Shayaa Joseph/Jermaine Cole/Dacoury Natche/Anthony White/Shelia Young

Composed by:Shayaa Joseph/Jermaine Cole/Dacoury Natche/Anthony White/Shelia Young

21 Savage:

I love you

Turn my headphone down a little bit yeah

For so many reasons

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

I do

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah ah ah whoa whoa whoa yeah

How much money you got

Straight up

How much money you got

Straight up

How much money you got

Straight up

How much money you got

A lot

How much money you got

A lot

How many problems you got

A lot

How many people done doubted you

A lot

Left you out to rot

A lot

How many pray that you flop

A lot

How many lawyers you got

A lot

How many times you got shot

A lot

How many n***as you shot

A lot

How many times did you ride

A lot

How many n***as done died

A lot

How many times did you cheat

A lot

How many times did you lie

A lot

How many times did she leave

A lot

How many times did she cry

A lot

How many chances she done gave you

F**k around with these thots

A lot

Every day that I'm alive I'ma ride with the stick

I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich

Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch

But I'm 21 forev' ain't no way I'ma switch

Break it down I break it down

I break it down I break it down

I break it down I break it down

I break it down I break it down

Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks

My heart so cold I could put it in my cup

Gang vs. the world me and my dawg it was us

Then you went and wrote a statement and that really f**ked me up

My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast

My brother got life and it turned me to the streets

I been through the storm and it turned me to a G

But the other side was sunny I get paid to rap on beats

How much money you got

A lot

How many problems you got

A lot

How many people done doubted you

A lot

Left you out to rot

A lot

How many pray that you flop

A lot

How many lawyers you got

A lot

How many times you got shot

A lot

How many n***as you shot

A lot

How many times did you ride

A lot

How many n***as done died

A lot

How many times did you cheat

A lot

How many times did you lie

A lot

How many times did she leave

A lot

How many times did she cry

A lot

How many chances she done gave you

F**k around with these thots

A lot

J. Cole:

Break it on down I break it on down

I break it on down

Yeah

I break it on down

I just came from the A

I drove back home six hour drive six and a half

I break it on down I break it on down

Before I left I stopped by to see my n***a 21 in the studio

I break it on down I break it on down

He had two of his kids

With him right in the studio that's when I knew

You a stand up n***a I love seein' s**t like that

I break it on down

Question

How many faking they streams

A lot

Getting they plays from machines

A lot

I can see behind the smoke and mirrors

N***as ain't really big as they seem

Hmm

I never say anything

Nah

Everybody got they thing

True

Some n***as make millions other n***as make memes

Hmm

I'm on a money routine

I don't want smoke I want cream

I don't want no more comparisons

This is a marathon and I'm aware

I been playing it back from a lack of promotions

I never was one for the bragging and boasting

I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself

But the people want everything else

Okay no problem I'll show up on everyone album

You know what the outcome will be

I'm batting a thousand

It's got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me

F**k it 'cause my n***a 21 Savage just hit me

And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got

He call it "a lot" I open my book and I jot

Pray for Tekashi they want him to rot

I picture him inside a cell on a cot

'Flectin' on how he made it to the top

Wondering if it was worth it or not

I pray for Markelle 'cause they f**ked up his shot

Just want you to know that you got it my n***a

Though I never met you I know that you special

And that the Lord blessed you don't doubt it my n***a

Dennis Smith Jr. stay solid my n***a

I'm on a tangent not how I planned it

I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship

When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out I got a plan

They say that success is the greatest revenge tell all your friends

Cole on a mission cementin' the spot as the greatest who did it

Before it all ends n***a

21 Savage:

How much money you got

A lot

How many problems you got

A lot

How many people done doubted you

A lot

Left you out to rot

A lot

How many pray that you flop

A lot

How many lawyers you got

A lot

How many times you got shot

A lot

How many n***as you shot

A lot

How many times did you ride

A lot

How many n***as done died

A lot

How many times did you cheat

A lot

How many times did you lie

A lot

How many times did she leave

A lot

How many times did she cry

A lot

How many chances she done gave you

F**k around with these thots

A lot

Break it on down I break it on down

I break it on down I break it on down

I break it down I break it down

I break it down I break it down

I break it on down I break it on down

I break it on down I break it on down

I break it down I break it down

I break it down I break it down

I break

 

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***

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