Survivor Stories, Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro] Lights out [Verse 1] Air max classics on the treadmill My closest friends in the jail or they dead still I miss my brother S he was dead real Sometimes I wish they shot him in the head still Cause man of honour die young and leave a legacies But cowards die a thousand times with no melodies I drown my soul in the bottom of this henessey I been a rascal im tryna be the better me 3 piece suits, 38's and a doobie's rolled They can't tell if it's a wedding or a funeral Had the motorolla selling cards like yugi-oh I go on dates same way I dress for studio My big cousin all he did was stay fly and rob Take trips and get visits from the flying squad We buy sticks but pops told me I should ride with god Hundred shot clips you don't wanna try the mob Im lucky Luciano in a silk suit (That's mafia) Pow 45 looking like a milk tube Before the youtube I was on cam Had a rollie on my arm with a sun tab Now I got models on my gram given poses I tell em come around and split it like moses Only time my garden was community service She still find me in the corner where the hose is Im living like a Rockstar but I post alone And I dun wrapped more white than Post Malone Live hammers I dun seen more than 21 Gun salute for the G's been a heavy run Im filling up my gas tank with fire water This whole thing ain't enough I need a higher order When I was tryna buy a corsa I was buying quarters I gotta buy my mum a house before a flying saucer They just copy what I say they some raw parrots Im still at it, uptown they some lil barrett She got a job in the city but she still ratchet We on license of bell but we still packin Them young ninjas round me they on no chattins Something like the white rangey with the gold daggers Cut-throat savage they ain't got no manners (Now what'd ya say yah) That could mean raw stabbins Callin in the cut with my consigliere But I was sittin in the jail with fake millionaires You know them man with a mansion on the roads But couldn't even put a fiver on the phones Dior runnins I remember having poor summers Swear we hating by the law but the Lord love us Central heating broken we ain't have no floor covers, so we order hundred pound steak with no sauce on it Hustlers don't die they just take breaks How many rich dummies did the jakes take Took his freedom all you ever said was freedom you ain't never sending p's or go see em oh you fake fake Im lost in a fake world full of egos Up early in the morning like ero All I ever wanted was some nikes and some kilos don't ask me how I turned into this neighbourhood hero [Outro] Creative intelligence