21 Savage – On The Inside (Godfather of Harlem) (Audio, Lyrics)

21 Savage - On The Inside (Godfather of Harlem) (prod. DJ Marc B & Kid Hazel)

Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download, read the lyrics to 21 Savage’s Godfather of Harlem song titled “On The Inside”. The song was produced by DJ Marc B & Kid Hazel.

21 Savage On The Inside
21 Savage On The Inside

21 Savage – On The Inside (Godfather of Harlem) (prod. DJ Marc B & Kid Hazel)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Shit wasn’t easy
You know, it took a lot of licks to get where we at now

[Verse 1]
I was down bad, ain’t have a dollar to my name (Straight up)
I was down bad, just my family and my gang (Straight up)
Glock 23, I was prayin’ to my flame (On od)
Hit a lick, hope I don’t gotta kill for this chain (On God)
Moreland Ave. at the Checker’s, 38 special (21)
Last nigga tried to rob me? On a stretcher (Facts)
I don’t never have a plug, nigga, cause I ask him (21)
Zone 6, get my cars washed on Gresham (On God)
Ran off with your buddy pack, he don’t want no problems (Lil’ bih)
21 Savage, you can call me King Nut Dropper (Yeah)
Jumpin’ crew to crew, your favorite rapper a hood hopper (Yeah)
Trappin’ with this rifle, we don’t need no door stopper
Gold grill, dawg (Dawg), I go hard (I go hard)
Your niggas soft (Niggas soft), Corn on the cob (Corn on the cob)
He an intern, ain’t got no job (Yeah, yeah)
If this rap don’t work, nigga, I’ma rob (On God)

[Chorus]
Yeah I’m shinin’, but I’m dark on the inside
Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside
I can’t lie, it broke my heart when my friends died
We gon’ make that choppa spark ’til your friends cry
Spin the block ’til your friends cry
Never question God, I’m a fearin’ child
I’ma ride for the gang ’til I’m not alive
I’ma up and let it bang ’til I’m not alive

[Verse 2]
Nigga, I just bite, I don’t bark (I don’t bark, bro)
I just send hits, I don’t arc (Leave that to the hoes)
You think that you the Hulk, but this ain’t Marvel (This ain’t Marvel, bro)
I hit your main thing, that shit was hard (Shit was garbage, bro)
Got a girl named Keisha (Yeah)
Got a girl named Lisa (Yeah)
Girl named Britney, girl named Whitney (21)
Main girl crazy, don’t you leave no hickeys (21)
I be in the strip club even when I’m sixty (Straight up)
I’ma tote a AK even when I’m fifty
Let them niggas split the drum, both of them get fifty
You can get shot, believe it or not, nigga, this ain’t Ripley
Pulled my ding-a-ling out, she thought it was a Blimpy
Lil’ boy, I’m a killer whale, you could never shrimp me
Fronted me 300 bags, that shit there was tempting
Whole pointer VVS’s, got my neck rinsing
Chinese bitch, don’t know her name, I just call her Ling Ling
Made a couple M’s, spent a quarter on a ring-ring
Cash Money, ’99, bitch, I got that bling-bling
Never was a kingpin, beat a couple drug stings
She think she my one and only
But she just a summer fling

[Chorus]
Yeah I’m shinin’, but I’m dark on the inside
Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside
I can’t lie, it broke my heart when my friends died
We gon’ make that choppa spark ’til your friends cry
Spin the block ’til your friends cry
Never question God, I’m a fearin’ child
I’ma ride for the gang ’til I’m not alive
I’ma up and let it bang ’til I’m not alive

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