Savannah st

Grew up on Savannah Next to niggas toting hammers Had to change the vantage I'mma be south side 'till I fucking die and that's on fat John and my granny R.i.p to Daisy Bell she raised me well A hell raiser You just can't stand it I'mma just paint my pain through this grammar I'mma put a blonde bitch on my canvas Ain't got a colorful story, a wonderful life, or silver spoons I'mma authentic city nigga A bad bitch riding metro getter Knew some childhood friends who really switched up Cropped em out the bigger picture, listen I'mma, have to hit him in his kisser if he Play the boy, like I'm milly rocking Like the south side ain't for really popping My brother taught don't f*ck with niggas And my daddy taught me how to run from coppers The world told me they don't f*ck with my skin My mama told me i'mma be somebody I told em all to give me a second I don't need direction let me think about it Got the gift of soul, what a sweet deposit And I got it from Savannah Why so cool? Why you so city? Why they call you Izzy? I stay on my bullshit I'm so 202 And they know I'm a hippie Why you so cool? Why you so city? Why they call you Izzy? Because I'm the goat Stop blowing my phone up You know that I'm busy