soul survivor

Meek Mill

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Smilin while my diamonds hittin 'cause I coulda missed it
They just gunned my bros appeal but he stayin optimistic
Skinny white boy with the muscle point him out I get him lifted
The bread winner in my hood my pockets empty every Christmas
Beat the odds an all statistics
You ain't get it you ain't want enough!
Slidin in this ghost fed investigations haunting us
Bullet proof the Escalade the stizzy lift the consul up
Hunnit thousand cash got it feelin like a armored truck
You know My shooter from Somalia Fly bitches out laguardia
We got something by the bouncer that will tear this whole party up
Told her My schedule too hectic To go back an forth in text's
I'm flyin back n forth to Texas But I used to bag the extras
Got me prayin for forgivness
She love me for my litness
But if I ever fail that bitch would fall out with the quickness
Can't even quick it with these rappers shit
They saying sounding scripted
Open scars I shouldn't pick with memories
I can't revisit Till I'm 30 million liquid
I don't think I'll let a day slide
He was scared to take that state ride
An now he play for they side
Yeah he on the DA side
Pointing out alleging things
My youngin got a chrome heart, he out there letting metal ring
Wrap this scarf around my face, Tatted crosses for my faith
They tryna prove conspiracy 'cause I know every narco in the state
Alejandro in a wraith I really got it off a base
A quarter million on my flesh, I pray to GOD he keep me safe

Lord forgive me for my sins too many crossed me
Devil grippin on my skin can't shake um off me
Might shed a tear behind this tint but you won't see it though
Too much hatred made me bullet proof the vehicle
I'ma soul survivor, Shooter an a driver
Throw that shit on every night might mix the Louie with the Prada
I'ma soul survivor Shooter an a driver
Everyday I'm taking risks we tap dancing over lava

One Glock 40 with a hunnit clip
I been riding bulletproof since 26
This shit like the mafia you try me we strike everyone you runnin with
My homie died I'm talking to his mom 'cause I can stomach it
My other dog got life in a cell
No I ain't duckin shit
He knowin I won't ever switch
I'ma always gone pick up his shit
Drop money to his girl 100 times an I won't touch his bitch
I watch the way they move when I'm outside an I won't fuck with it
Niggas gon dickride an let you slide if you got a Cullinan
Even if you telling an I'm telling you it's evident
They will lock you up an give you life without no evidence
How the fuck the teacher telling me I can be the president
I can show you how to make a million like a specialist
Moving really fast, the old heads started contesting it
An niggas having pressure about some money stop rushing it
'Cause this shit that I'm talking can turn a broke man to a hustler

Lord forgive me for my sins too many crossed me
Devil grippin on my skin can't shake um off me
Might shed a tear behind this tint but you won't see it though
Too much hatred made me bullet proof the vehicle
I'ma soul survivor, Shooter an a driver
Throw that shit on every night might mix the Louie with the Prada
I'ma soul survivor Shooter an a driver
Everyday I'm taking risks we tap dancing over lava

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