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Survivor’s Guilt (Explicit) - Meek Mill/G Herbo
Lyrics by：Robert Williams/Herbert Randall Wright III/Nikita Murenets/Oleksandr Poda/Matthew-Kyle Adrian Brown
Composed by：Robert Williams/Herbert Randall Wright III/Nikita Murenets/Oleksandr Poda/Matthew-Kyle Adrian Brown
Mm
You already know what I
Yeah
I got more guns than my opps
I got more guns than a cop
In a mansion all alone
But I got four guns in the spot
I got two on side of the bed
And got some more guns at the top
And I don't trust this ho I'm layin' with like
Boy you gotta stop
You can't even sleep
I just seen my bro from the fourth grade
And we ain't even speak
He stuck in his ways he want my life ****
It ain't even deep
I been out LA with fifty shots ever since PNB
I swear to god
This **** real nigga
You don't want me at the white party
What the **** you want me to kill niggas
Huh
You don't want me at the right party
With the rich folks bussin' deals with them
Huh
I know all the killas well
I was poppin' pills with them
Been fallin' back from Kiladel
'Cause I might try to drill niggas yeah
My youngin' died that twenty like a real nigga
Shots to his head
Hit his chest like some real liquor Brrt
Times in the feds and my homie
Got to deal with it
My dog slimed my other dog
Expected me to chill with him
You know what you did nigga
You ain't movin' lo'
Know we know where you live
When we catch you it's the Super Bowl woah
My ***** trippin' say she think
I might Od off pills
How the **** else I'm gon' sleep
I been on thirty drills
And when I think I still feel for my youngins
In the field
He catch a kill go pop a thirty
He don't even know if they real
My bro wanted me to ride
I was ridin' with him since we was lil'
Had labels on my line
They sayin' this **** worth twenty mill'
He tryna go on hits
Put a couple more hats on his steel
I had to go get rich
'Cause I already knew how that feel
I took care of everybody
And put some M's up for my children
I know a nigga that turnt his hood up
They still killed him
I fall back start playin' it safe
The streets wanna say I'm scared
I was still in the 'Raq with a glock
And a drac' like I ain't just fight the feds
Even though I hear everything they say
Can't let it get in my head
Take up too much space
When I'm in bed and I think about pops and greg
Took this **** to the top
Why the **** I'ma stop
Could've been on the block or dead
My opps know I ain't ever
Aim for legs any time I shot some lead
Me and shhhh in the car he hopped out
Face shot had to chop his dreads
Swervo had the glock 40 on my hip
But I chose hip-hop instead
And that pain might pop his chest
He stressin' he tryna find some meds
You ain't never sleep with niggas you
Beefin' with on top of the bed
I was on the bottom bunk fightin' drama
Got my mama scared
He just got life he ain't comin'
Home until his mama dead
Huh these nigga hos these niggas hos
I feel like dex I go to the strip club
I got to bring my pole
And I don't want sex from her
This ***** keep tryna drink my soul
And she had ****** my man and think
That I don't even know
It's crazy he tryna keep it low
How you supposed to be my bro
The hoes come before the bros
I would've told you
Nigga keep the ho
Yeah niggas tweakin'
'Bout this clout
Spent on hundred on a chain
He don't even own a house
Left his mama in the hood
She ain't even get a couch
Knowin' he beefin' with some niggas
He ain't even get her out
Got me thinkin' really deep like
What this street **** really 'bout
Like If I slide for these niggas
Will they really come get me out
Ever do time for some niggas
And they don't hit you 'til you out
Fed his hood but when he died
Niggas went up in his house
**** be crazy
