NO HEART - 21 SAVAGE & METRO BOOMIN

21 Savage's "No Heart," produced by Metro Boomin, is a cold and unforgiving tale of street life. The minimal beat accompanies verses about mistrust, strength, and survival. The line "Ain't showed no love, that shit was fake" captures the essence of the song: no heart, no pretense. Released in 2016 and certified platinum, it has become a modern trap classic. "Geeked Up" celebrates the phrase "Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard?" with dark, minimalist designs and urban vibes. Each piece reflects Savage's emotional coldness and brutal honesty. For those who don't need approval and walk with truth. No heart, just identity.

TESTO CANZONE

Southside, Southside on the, Southside on the, hey

Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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.