Lyrics to Survivors Outro
That's probably the reason I don't even write music no more folk
I don't even know how to feel my vibe, I be going through different moods & shit
Everytime I try to write some music, when I try to feel the vibe and be wanting to feel how I used to feel
Moody going through different moods and shit
You ain't gon' find him you just gon find me
Blow pipes tote
Fuck that bag, used to fuck that bag up
Foenem playin with this shit, but they gon smash something
Foreigns why the call me swervo, used to crash em
Police at my mama house they picked the Jag up
Get yo cash up
Get yo swag up
You a killer right? Why you tag us?
Make your mind up, pussy boy decide something
Haters gon' manipulate, they tryna mind fuck
I woke up like 8 am cause I'm a grinder
Foenem called to wake me first cause they with sliders?
I can't let no nigga conquer or divide us
We was born kings, can't no one define us
We was in the trenches broke and fuck the finest ones
Niggas know how gang rock, we had the loudest guns
We can't hate, appreciate our wait around the sun
We can't hate, appreciate a day around the sun
I could never hate my daddy, now I got a son (two of em)
I love spending time with em, but I gotta run
This life shit ain't cheap
This life shit ain't sweet
Made decisions gotta keep I can't post delete
The internet wanna see me stressed, pulling up old tweets
I ain't even into that shit, can't remember that shit
Whips I used to rent that shit and now I'm in that shit
She do too much hating shit, can't defend that bitch
I can't lie about my past so I made that list
Hoes be on hating shit, I can't take that risk
Can't erase what I did
But if that glove don't fit then you must acquit
I was fucking shit lit I jus a jit
I was on some sick shit I was just a jit
I can't even think I'm special that's just how we live
That's why niggas 14 out here having kids
That's why niggas 14 out here doing doing bids
I couldn't chase my dreams but knew about 46
Thirty glocks pull up thirty shots
Never thought we'd hear em stop but we heard em stop
She a teen she ain't have no pops but she had a crop top
Nigga ain't have no pops but he had a drop top
For real
I don't even know how to feel my vibe, I be going through different moods & shit
Everytime I try to write some music, when I try to feel the vibe and be wanting to feel how I used to feel
Moody going through different moods and shit
You ain't gon' find him you just gon find me
Blow pipes tote
Fuck that bag, used to fuck that bag up
Foenem playin with this shit, but they gon smash something
Foreigns why the call me swervo, used to crash em
Police at my mama house they picked the Jag up
Get yo cash up
Get yo swag up
You a killer right? Why you tag us?
Make your mind up, pussy boy decide something
Haters gon' manipulate, they tryna mind fuck
I woke up like 8 am cause I'm a grinder
Foenem called to wake me first cause they with sliders?
I can't let no nigga conquer or divide us
We was born kings, can't no one define us
We was in the trenches broke and fuck the finest ones
Niggas know how gang rock, we had the loudest guns
We can't hate, appreciate our wait around the sun
We can't hate, appreciate a day around the sun
I could never hate my daddy, now I got a son (two of em)
I love spending time with em, but I gotta run
This life shit ain't cheap
This life shit ain't sweet
Made decisions gotta keep I can't post delete
The internet wanna see me stressed, pulling up old tweets
I ain't even into that shit, can't remember that shit
Whips I used to rent that shit and now I'm in that shit
She do too much hating shit, can't defend that bitch
I can't lie about my past so I made that list
Hoes be on hating shit, I can't take that risk
Can't erase what I did
But if that glove don't fit then you must acquit
I was fucking shit lit I jus a jit
I was on some sick shit I was just a jit
I can't even think I'm special that's just how we live
That's why niggas 14 out here having kids
That's why niggas 14 out here doing doing bids
I couldn't chase my dreams but knew about 46
Thirty glocks pull up thirty shots
Never thought we'd hear em stop but we heard em stop
She a teen she ain't have no pops but she had a crop top
Nigga ain't have no pops but he had a drop top
For real
