On The Inside lyrics - 21 Savage

 (from "Godfather Of Harlem" soundtrack)

Shit wasn't easy

You know, it took a lot of licks to get where we at now

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)

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

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

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