Bank Account - 21 Savage (T.R.3 Remix)

some beats deserve more perspective. @tr3world ReProd. By Station 666 LYRICS: I got 12345678 hits in the chamber now Neighbor thinks I'm selling dope Every hotline that I spit is cold I been trapping knowledge And Flipping hope To pay for these chains around niggas throat Freedom pay for speech They choosing the words to make mental week Physically we can not see indivisibly all gone fall if together we stand Watching a hundo transform to bando Investing in god with the world in the my hand Galaxy on my shoulder if you talking presidents Precedents Gotta live first in the residence Most of you niggas ain't got no experience Sexually curious And got you some millions Oh don't forget that we slave for them meals Now I got 12345678 meals on the table now Enough to pass around So why give it up for a record deal if you not a fucking prophet need to stop it Need to Find your fucking lane And no diss to Tory I'mma change the game But they don't listen unless you make em sing Hop on the beat like I'm c note I see no evil screaming fuck you like CeeLo Stay high to low vibrations Hop out the box Ventilation Looking like a paid vacation Face it Starring at dark blue faces Racist Color of my skin don't determine my placement I turn your sell out to a vacant And slap a pussy if he say shit Savage 22 going on 23 And I didn't clone none of you rappers Facts Most of you rappers entertainers Acts Most of you rappers talk need back up From your master Taking orders like 12345678 Slaves in the field Had to keep it real