Survivor's Remorse
Rick Hyde, Harry Fraud, Benny the Butcher
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In the middle of all this Money, shows, clothes, and hoes You know I still think about my niggas (La música de Harry Fraud) Uh, you know my type, I'm official built (one hunnid) 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 through filth (shit was dirty) Your dawg'll get you peeled For you to stand this tall I gotta get you stilts (nigga) You got plans for getting rich well consider this The ones who expect the most favors ain't give you shit (f*ck you want?) 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 was textbook Who sold more dope than us except Push? The proof is in how my neck look (my neck look) I tell my bitch to get dressed up (out that on) But I keep the same shit on, new twenty bands and a fresh cut Remember when I told Black to give me a mission He pulled up in fifteen minutes to give me a biscuit (true story) I thought about this rap shit and had to stick to the business I changed my mind, he didn't Now he doing twenty in Clinton and that could have been me Uh, This supposed to be success Then why the f*ck I feel stressed out and guilty? (I feel stressed out and guilty, f*ck) Damn 'Cause I'm paid and all my niggas in the feds Or the grave that shit kill me (Lord, you know that shit kill me) Uh That could've been me I think about it every day, yeah, that could've been me (Real shit, they want my name too, nigga) Uh That could've been me (could've been me) I answer every call from jail 'cause that could've been me (real shit) When it 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 (what happened?) My plug guarantee me fifty, 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 (doot, doot, doot, doot) Yeah, that would have been me calling collect Telling my war stories to the Vets Free Hottie 'til it's backwards, free Dark Lo and the rest My hood goin' through a crisis ain't no real niggas left (damn) Ain't no fathers If you make it out your twenties then you blessed (Amen) Got to change your situation when your momma and them stressed If it's sixty when it's wholesale it's ninety with the Fent' Grab your pride and grab your Sket It get colder than Quebec, it could have been me Uh, this supposed to be success Then why the f*ck I feel stressed out and guilty? (I feel stressed out and guilty, f*ck) Damn 'Cause I'm paid and all my niggas in the feds Or the grave that shit kill me (Lord, you know that shit kill me) Uh That could've been me (yeah) I think about it every day, yeah, that could've been me (Real shit, they want my name too, nigga) (that could've been me, uh, you know I'm sayin'?) That could've been me (f*ck I do to deserve this?) I answer every call from jail 'cause that could've been me (la música de Harry Fraud) Real shit (let's go) I kept my foot on they necks, right where it 'posed to be (where it 'posed to be) Over this Harry Fraud shit, like the ghost of Chinx I f*ck my bitch until she soak the sheets I was destined to have this spot Guess at the top is where we 'posed to meet (The Butcher comin', nigga) How we playin'? Shit you know for keeps (you know for keeps) At eleven-hundred an ounce they hit my house that's when I broke the lease (I'm gone) Y'all talk this street shit with no receipts But thank God for the coca leaf and the flow that woke the streets (yeah) All I'm saying is that was us You let our secrets out, electric chairs and get plugged up Hit the trap and play the drug stuff, they gon' get a blood rush I get a witness hit, f*ck it I'll get a judge touched 'Cause I never loved much, I just had a trunk full of trouble (trouble) Enough dirt for a shovel (shovel) and three hoes I had to juggle (hoes I had to juggle) What you know about visiting your family through a bubble? (Damn) Waiting on a court date like Duffel, that's my nigga (free my nigga) That could have been me That could have been me
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Written by: Antonio Hernandez, Christian Pfluge, Darius Grayson, Fred Lowinger, Jeremie Pennick, Matt Carillo, Rory William Quigley
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