On “No Heart,” 21 Savage answers a series of questions that address his wealth, lifestyle, and involvement in the rap game.

Producer Metro Boomin hinted at the track on Twitter a week before the album’s… Read More [Intro]

Southside, Southside on the, Southside on the, hey

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Chorus]

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?

Why these niggas cappin' so hard?

Why you got a twelve-car garage?

Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?

'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard

I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard

I grew up in the streets without no heart

I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon

[Verse 1]

I sit back and read like Cat in the Hat

21 Savage the cat with the MAC

21 Savage not Boyz N The Hood

But I pull up on you, shoot your ass in the back

Stuart Little, heard these niggas some rats

Pockets full of cheese, bitch, I got racks

I'm a real street nigga, bitch

I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax

Pussy niggas love sneak dissin'

'Til I pull up on 'em, slap 'em out with the fire

Wet your mama's house, wet your grandma's house

Keep shootin' until somebody die

So many shots the neighbor looked at the calendar

Thought it was Fourth of July

You was with your friends playin' Nintendo

I was playin' 'round with that fire

Seventh grade, I got caught with a pistol

Sent me to Panthersville

Eighth grade, started playin' football

Then I was like fuck the field

Ninth grade, I was knocking niggas out

Nigga like Holyfield

Fast forward, nigga, 2016

And I'm screamin' fuck a deal

Bad bitch with me, she so thick

I don't even need a pill

I listened to your raps, thought you was hard

You ain't even street for real

Niggas love sneak dissin' on Twitter

They don't want beef for real

And all these niggas play like they tough

'Til a nigga get killed

'Til a nigga get spilled, 'til your blood get spilled

I'ma at your favorite rapper, shoot him like I'm John Dill'

"I been with you since day one

Savage, I ain't even hatin'"

So what's up with all that Instagram shit?

"Savage, I was just playin'"

Y'all pussy niggas fakin'

Bitch, I hang around them Haitians

Pull up on you, tie your kids up

Pistol whip you while your bitch naked

"Come on, man, Savage, you know I always play your mixtape"

Yeah, nigga, fuck all that, ask your bitch how my dick tastes

[Chorus]

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?

Why these niggas cappin' so hard?

Why you got a twelve-car garage?

Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?

'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard

I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard

I grew up in the streets without no heart

I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon

[Verse 2]

So much dope that it broke the scale

They say crack kills, nigga, my crack sells

My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale

Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt

Chain swangin', diamonds blangin', hold up

Pistol swangin', gang bangin', hold up

Niggas actin' like groupies, they don't know us

Little do they know, they bitches fuckin' on the tour bus

[Chorus]

Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?

Why these niggas cappin' so hard?

Why you got a twelve-car garage?

Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards?

'Cause these niggas pussy and I'm hard

I turn that fuckin' soft into some hard

I grew up in the streets without no heart

I grew up in the streets without no heart

[Outro]

So much dope that it broke the scale

They say crack kills, nigga, my crack sells

My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale

Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt