21 Savage – A Lot (Lyrics | Music Audio)

Lyrics “A Lot” / 21 Savage

How much money you got, straight up..③
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**gas you shot, a lot
How many times did you ride, a lot
How many n**gas 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 4L, 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**gas you shot, a lot
How many times did you ride, a lot
How many n**gas 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
Yeah, I just came from the A
I drove back home, six hour drive, six and a half
Before I left I stopped by to see my n**ga 21 in the studio
Yeah, two of his kids with him right in the studio
That’s when I knew versuri.online
You a stand up n**ga, I love seein’ s**t like that

Question
How many faking they streams, a lot
Getting they plays from machines, a lot
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
N**gas ain’t really big as they seem
I never say anything, everybody got they thing
Some n**gas make millions, other n**gas make memes

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 was never one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself
But the people want everything else

Ok, no problem, I’ll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I’m batting a thousand versuri.online
It’s got to the point that these rappers don’t even like rappin’ with me
F**k it ’cause my n**ga 21 Savage just hit me
And told me he sent 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**ga
Though I never met you, I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you, don’t doubt it, my n**ga

Dennis Smith Jr., stay solid, my n**ga
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**ga

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**gas you shot, a lot
How many times did you ride, a lot
How many n**gas 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 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 brea…

➤ Written by DJ Dahi, J. Cole & 21 Savage
Album: ​I am​﹥I was
Produced by DJ Dahi
21 Savage & J. Cole 2018

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