21 Savage – “BETRAYED” [Audio, Lyrics]

Rapper, 21 Savage unveils a new piece, the “BETRAYED” track produced by Prince 85, Notinbed & Metro Boomin. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

21 Savage Betrayed

Amidst the spell of solid releases that arrived last night, the GULLY soundtrack emerged with new music from ScHoolboy Q, 21 Savage, Don Toliver, and more. Naturally, you’ve come here for 21’s contribution, made all the more enticing by the involvement of Metro Boomin. Tackling a theme with which he’s certainly familiar — which is to say, being “BETRAYED” — 21 continues his hot streak with another strong addition to the catalog.

“Big dawg status, my play money, whole M stacks in the PayPal,” he spits, his flow far more dexterous than the early days of Savage Mode. “Caught a opp’ hangin’ at a barbecue and fucked around and shot the whole playground / Eastside ni**a bout gunplay, say the wrong thing we’ll chase y’all / Hit ’em broad-day with a AR, 12 still tryna get the case off.” No amount of mainstream success can contain his violent urges, and few artists can bring that calculated menace like 21.

21 Savage – BETRAYED (prod. Prince 85, Notinbed & Metro Boomin)

Lyrics

[Intro]
Metro

[Chorus]
I been betrayed before, I done been played before
Givin’ ’em all the smoke, givin’ ’em all
I done been left in the rain, I ain’t have nowhere to go
I feel less of a man, I can’t depend on a hoe
They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound
Don’t care if it’s war, we fuckin’ on bitches, I’m holdin’ ’em down
If she a hustler fine and honest, I’m bringin’ her ’round
I told her I don’t care what she do in the street
Just don’t make me look like a clown

[Verse]
Big dawg status, my play money, whole M stacks in the PayPal
Caught a opp’ hangin’ at a barbecue and fucked around and shot the whole playground
East side nigga ’bout gunplay, say the wrong thing, we’ll chase y’all
Hit ’em broad-day with a AR, 12 still tryna get the case off
One twenty-five with the backend, still on tour with a MAC-10
Count a couple Ms, I’m clappin’, make sure the fans get a fraction
Don’t think I’m just rappin’ and all these lyrics cappin’
Talkin’ out his neck, we right hook, left hook, stomped and slapped him
VVs in my ear, I look like a star
Plain Jane Richard, I coulda bought a car
If she ain’t givin’ top, we gon’ let her starve
Your shooter wrote a statement, so now we call him Searge’
Hit him with the AK, make him burn carbs
I brought my Thunder to Los Angeles, Paul George
Make a brick, do the woah with a Ford
Got a thot pregnant, woah, hit abort
Niggas know I’m geeked, high on the moon
21, made man by the pole
Pussy boy, you’re lukewarm, not cool
Glock, Ruger, KelTec, rob who?
Your baby momma went to Cali’
She touchin’ the city, we gettin’ ’em gone
We really tryna catch a body
You just tryna catch a body in a song
I let down my guard, I showed her my heart
She couldn’t believe it was chrome
Them pants thirty-five hunnid
Mediocre rappers can’t put ’em on

[Chorus]
I been betrayed before, I done been played before
Givin’ ’em all the smoke, givin’ ’em all
I done been left in the rain, I ain’t have nowhere to go
I feel less of a man, I can’t depend on a hoe
They put my brother inside the ground, I found me a sound
Don’t care if it’s war, we fuckin’ on bitches, I’m holdin’ ’em down
If she a hustler fine and honest, I’m bringin’ her ’round
I told her I don’t care what she do in the street
Just don’t make me look like a clown