Singer: Meek Mill
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Song: SURVIVOR'S GUILT
Meek Mill - SURVIVOR'S GUILT Lyrics (LRC) (03:13-193-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:11.50]You already know what I
[00:14.10]Yeah
[00:18.20]I got more guns than my opps, I got more guns than a cop (I do)
[00:21.00]In a mansion all alone, but I got four guns in the spot (Just four)
[00:23.80]I got two on side of the bed and got some more guns at the top
[00:26.50]And I don't trust this ho I'm layin' with like, "Boy, you gotta stop"
[00:29.60]You can't even sleep
[00:31.00]I just seen my bro from the fourth grade and we ain't even speak
[00:33.70]He stuck in his ways, he want my life, shit, it ain't even deep
[00:36.40]I been out L.A. with fifty shots ever since PnB (I swear to God)
[00:40.70]This shit real, nigga
[00:42.00]You don't want me at the white party, what the fuck, you want me to kill niggas? (Huh?)
[00:45.00]You don't want me at the right party with the rich folks, bussin' deals with them (Huh?)
[00:48.00]I know all the killers well, I was poppin' pills with 'em
[00:50.80]Been fallin' back from Kiladel 'cause I might try to drill niggas, yeah
[00:54.40]My youngin died at twenty like a real nigga
[00:56.70]Shots to his head, hit his chest like some real liquor (Brrt)
[00:59.70]Times in the feds and my homie got to deal with it
[01:02.70]My dog slimed my other dog, expected me to chill with him
[01:05.60]You know what you did, nigga
[01:07.40]You ain't movin' lo', know we know where you live
[01:09.90]When we catch you, it's the Super Bowl, woah
[01:12.00]My bitch trippin', say she think I might OD off pills
[01:15.00]How the fuck else I'm gon' sleep? I been on thirty drills
[01:17.70]And when I think, I still feel for my youngins in the field
[01:20.40]He catch a kill, go pop a 30, he don't even know if they real
[01:23.30]My bro wanted me to ride, I was ridin' with him since we was little
[01:26.30]Had labels on my line, they sayin' this shit worth twenty mil'
[01:29.10]He tryna go on hits, put a couple more hats on his steel
[01:32.20]I had to go get rich 'cause I already knew how that feel
[01:35.20]I took care of everybody and put some M's up for my children
[01:38.10]I know a nigga that turned his hood up, they still killed him
[01:41.00]I fall back, start playin' it safe, the streets wanna say I'm scared
[01:44.10]I was still in the 'Raq with a Glock and a Drac' like I ain't just fight the feds
[01:47.00]Even though I hear everything they say, can't let it get in my head
[01:49.90]Take up too much space when I'm in bed and I think about pops and Greg
[01:52.90]Took this shit to the top, why the fuck I'ma stop? Could've been on the block or dead
[01:55.90]My opps know I ain't never aimed for legs any time I shot some lead
[01:58.80]Me and shh in the car, he hopped out, face shot, had to chop his dreads
[02:01.70]Swervo, had the Glock .40 on my hip, but I chose hip-hop instead
[02:04.90]And that pain might pop his chest, he stressin', he tryna find some meds
[02:07.80]You ain't never...........
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