Survivor's Remorse (feat. Rick Hyde)
In the middle of all this
Money, shows, clothes, and hoes
You know I still think about my niggas
Ugh, You know my type
I'm official built
When I was nine my momma sent me to the store to get the kids some milk
The beat is clean I had to live thru filth
Your dog will get you peeled
For you to stand this tall I gotta get you stilts
You got plans for getting rich well consider this
The ones who expect the most favors ain't give you shit
I was the best cook
Stepped on work with my right and left foot
Before you even knew how a connect look
You know my pot game is textbook
Who sold more dope than us except Push?
The proof is in how my neck look
I tell my bitch to get dressed up
But I keep the same shit on
New 20 bands and a fresh cut
Remember when I told Black to give me a mission
He pulled up in 15 minutes to give me a biscuit
I thought about this rap shit and had to stick to the business
I changed my mind and didn't
No he's doing twenty in Clinton
And that could have been me
This supposed to be success then why the fuck I feel stressed out and guilty
Cause I'm paid and all my niggas in the feds or the grave that shit kill me
That could've been me
I think about it everyday that could've been me
That could've been me
I answer every call from jail cause that could've been me
When its cold it gets grimy out
They do you dirty for all kind of clout
The OG's throwing bombs like a timing route
I'm more comfortable with my diamonds out
This that hoody under Army fatigue jackets with the lining out
After that one little run you ain't been poppin' since
My plug guarantee me 50 Greg Popovich
See that could have been me stressed out locking in
My young boy gonna pull up with that fire like he's Papa Nicks
Yeah that would have been me calling collect
Telling my war stories to the Vets
Free Hottie till it's backwards
Free Dark Lo and the rest
My hood goin' thru a crisis
Ain't no real niggas left
Ain't no Fathers
If you make it out your 20's then your blessed
Got to change your situation when your momma and them stressed
If it's sixty when it's wholesale its 90 with the Fent'
Grab your pride and grab your Sket
It get colder than Quebec
It could have been me
This supposed to be success then why the fuck I feel stressed out and guilty
Cause I'm paid and all my niggas in the feds or the grave that shit kill me
That could've been me
I think about it everyday that could've been me
That could've been me
I answer every call from jail cause that could've been me
I kept my foot on they necks
Right where it's posed' to be
Over this Harry Fraud shit
Like the ghost of Chinx
I fuck my bitch until she soak the sheets
I was destined to have this spot
Guess at the top is where we posed' to meet
How we playin'? shit you know for keeps
At 1100 an Oz they hit my house that's when I broke the lease
Y'all talk this street shit with no receipts
But thank God for the coca leaf and the flow that woke the streets
All I'm saying is that was us
You let our secrets out and electric chairs will get plugged up
Hit the trap and play the drug stuff
They gone get a blood rush
I get a witness hit
Fuck it I'll get a judge touched
Cause I never loved much
I just had a trunk full of trouble
Enough dirt for a shovel
And 3 hoes I had to juggle
What you know about visiting your family thru a bubble
Waiting on a court date like Duffel
That's my nigga
That could have been me
That could have been me
Money, shows, clothes, and hoes
You know I still think about my niggas
Ugh, You know my type
I'm official built
When I was nine my momma sent me to the store to get the kids some milk
The beat is clean I had to live thru filth
Your dog will get you peeled
For you to stand this tall I gotta get you stilts
You got plans for getting rich well consider this
The ones who expect the most favors ain't give you shit
I was the best cook
Stepped on work with my right and left foot
Before you even knew how a connect look
You know my pot game is textbook
Who sold more dope than us except Push?
The proof is in how my neck look
I tell my bitch to get dressed up
But I keep the same shit on
New 20 bands and a fresh cut
Remember when I told Black to give me a mission
He pulled up in 15 minutes to give me a biscuit
I thought about this rap shit and had to stick to the business
I changed my mind and didn't
No he's doing twenty in Clinton
And that could have been me
This supposed to be success then why the fuck I feel stressed out and guilty
Cause I'm paid and all my niggas in the feds or the grave that shit kill me
That could've been me
I think about it everyday that could've been me
That could've been me
I answer every call from jail cause that could've been me
When its cold it gets grimy out
They do you dirty for all kind of clout
The OG's throwing bombs like a timing route
I'm more comfortable with my diamonds out
This that hoody under Army fatigue jackets with the lining out
After that one little run you ain't been poppin' since
My plug guarantee me 50 Greg Popovich
See that could have been me stressed out locking in
My young boy gonna pull up with that fire like he's Papa Nicks
Yeah that would have been me calling collect
Telling my war stories to the Vets
Free Hottie till it's backwards
Free Dark Lo and the rest
My hood goin' thru a crisis
Ain't no real niggas left
Ain't no Fathers
If you make it out your 20's then your blessed
Got to change your situation when your momma and them stressed
If it's sixty when it's wholesale its 90 with the Fent'
Grab your pride and grab your Sket
It get colder than Quebec
It could have been me
This supposed to be success then why the fuck I feel stressed out and guilty
Cause I'm paid and all my niggas in the feds or the grave that shit kill me
That could've been me
I think about it everyday that could've been me
That could've been me
I answer every call from jail cause that could've been me
I kept my foot on they necks
Right where it's posed' to be
Over this Harry Fraud shit
Like the ghost of Chinx
I fuck my bitch until she soak the sheets
I was destined to have this spot
Guess at the top is where we posed' to meet
How we playin'? shit you know for keeps
At 1100 an Oz they hit my house that's when I broke the lease
Y'all talk this street shit with no receipts
But thank God for the coca leaf and the flow that woke the streets
All I'm saying is that was us
You let our secrets out and electric chairs will get plugged up
Hit the trap and play the drug stuff
They gone get a blood rush
I get a witness hit
Fuck it I'll get a judge touched
Cause I never loved much
I just had a trunk full of trouble
Enough dirt for a shovel
And 3 hoes I had to juggle
What you know about visiting your family thru a bubble
Waiting on a court date like Duffel
That's my nigga
That could have been me
That could have been me
Credits
Writer(s): Rory William Quigley, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Fred Lowinger, Matthew Carrillo, Antonio Felipe Hernandez, Christian Pfluge, Darius Grayson
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