Survivor
Filthy ain't I
Innocent, but born a thug
My society place priority on the drugs
Half a kilos
Nervous lookin out the peephole
Project buildings
Buzzin the wrong niggas in
.38 revolver hopin I don't have to touch it
Toilet seat up, hopin I don't have to flush it
Brown liquor, pocket full of big bills
T.A.C. in the [?] bitch nigga
You now listenin to a rich nigga
And still I let the hammer off
Law couldn't beat him, my niggas is up north
Higher than a mawfucka
You ain't with it no more, I might have to fuck her
I'm sorry in the morning nigga
But you wasn't really mine nigga
Diamonds in that nodia
Jet lag, I just landed in Laguardia
Talk shit, my niggas is gon body ya
One call, shooters comin in a hurry for me
I ain't trippin, hatin comin with the territory
Put niggas in the ground, get them buried for me
When you accustomed to winning, then it's forever glory
Yeah nobody could cover for me
If you ain't used to gettin money, that's another story
Niggas goin back and forth, tryna tug-of-war me
I'm turned on by the drama, the love tho bore me
My heart pours out to those who suffer before me
As long as it ain't "broke", give a fuck what you call me
All I'm doing is living, how the fuck could you fault me
Bitches is loving a nigga, the suckas is salty
Ahhh
Yeah, the difference is green
Plus they see you jumpin in and out of different machines
.40 with the hollows or either the.05 with the beam
L-O-X y'all niggas know we just a different regime, what!
Sunday to Sunday
I'm praying to make one day
Came from the hood but a nigga be on the runway
Headed to the money you know the ticket is one way
I don't want a problem if I do - Gunplay
These the last days
Roaches in the ashtray
High speed chases, life in the fast lanes
Re-lace with wax, cadillacs with gatlings
D-bo kilos, fractions the factions
[?] probably looking for action
[?], Jacksons shitload of them Franklins
I ain't gotta a gun and I betchu I sneak the shank in
5 Star General lift you ass in the rankings
And I don't want beef, I'm a vegan
Gimme a reason to point to who I'm leading
I show these rap niggas a heathen
They don't know the half, I laugh when squeezin
L-O-X
You already fucking know
If you don't
Find out
Fucking cocksuckers
Innocent, but born a thug
My society place priority on the drugs
Half a kilos
Nervous lookin out the peephole
Project buildings
Buzzin the wrong niggas in
.38 revolver hopin I don't have to touch it
Toilet seat up, hopin I don't have to flush it
Brown liquor, pocket full of big bills
T.A.C. in the [?] bitch nigga
You now listenin to a rich nigga
And still I let the hammer off
Law couldn't beat him, my niggas is up north
Higher than a mawfucka
You ain't with it no more, I might have to fuck her
I'm sorry in the morning nigga
But you wasn't really mine nigga
Diamonds in that nodia
Jet lag, I just landed in Laguardia
Talk shit, my niggas is gon body ya
One call, shooters comin in a hurry for me
I ain't trippin, hatin comin with the territory
Put niggas in the ground, get them buried for me
When you accustomed to winning, then it's forever glory
Yeah nobody could cover for me
If you ain't used to gettin money, that's another story
Niggas goin back and forth, tryna tug-of-war me
I'm turned on by the drama, the love tho bore me
My heart pours out to those who suffer before me
As long as it ain't "broke", give a fuck what you call me
All I'm doing is living, how the fuck could you fault me
Bitches is loving a nigga, the suckas is salty
Ahhh
Yeah, the difference is green
Plus they see you jumpin in and out of different machines
.40 with the hollows or either the.05 with the beam
L-O-X y'all niggas know we just a different regime, what!
Sunday to Sunday
I'm praying to make one day
Came from the hood but a nigga be on the runway
Headed to the money you know the ticket is one way
I don't want a problem if I do - Gunplay
These the last days
Roaches in the ashtray
High speed chases, life in the fast lanes
Re-lace with wax, cadillacs with gatlings
D-bo kilos, fractions the factions
[?] probably looking for action
[?], Jacksons shitload of them Franklins
I ain't gotta a gun and I betchu I sneak the shank in
5 Star General lift you ass in the rankings
And I don't want beef, I'm a vegan
Gimme a reason to point to who I'm leading
I show these rap niggas a heathen
They don't know the half, I laugh when squeezin
L-O-X
You already fucking know
If you don't
Find out
Fucking cocksuckers
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Writer(s): Andrew Osenga, Cason Cooley, Mark Lockett, Mike Taquino, Bj Aberle
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