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Lyrics Survivor’s Outro – G Herbo

That’s probably the reason I don’t even write music no more, fool
I don’t even know how to like, feel my vibe
I be goin’ through different moods and s**t
Every time I try to write some music
When I be feelin’ the vibe and wantin’ to like
Feel how I used to feel, I ain’t even the n**ga I used to be no more
So I be moody, goin’ through different moods and s**t
It be different, I don’t even know how to
Feel like I used to feel, no, I ain’t that n**ga no more
So wh*ever you lookin’ for, you ain’t gon’ find him
You just gon’ find me, uh

The n**ga you used to know
N**ga you was lookin’ for, used to blow pipes and tote dice
Blow dice, I mean tote pipes and blow dice
Whatever
Whatever, whenever, huh

F**k that bag, used to f**k that bag up
Foenem playin’ with this s**t, but they gon’ smash somethin’
Foreigns why the call me Swervo, used to crash ’em
Police at my mama house, they picked the Jag up
Get your cash up, get your swag up
You a killer, right, Why you tag us
Make your mind up, p**sy boy, decide somethin’
Haters gon’ manipulate, they tryna mind f**k

I woke up like 8 A.M. ’cause I’m a grinder
Foenem called to wake me first ’cause they with sliders
I can’t let no n**ga conquer us, divide us
We was born kings, can’t no one define us
We was in the trenches broke and f**ked the finest ones
N**gas know how gang rock, we had the loudest guns
We can’t hate, appreciate our wait around the sun
We can’t hate, appreciate a day around the sun

I could never hate my daddy, now I got a son
I love spendin’ time with ’em, but I gotta run
This life s**t ain’t cheap, this life s**t ain’t sweet
Made decisions gotta keep, I can’t post delete
The internet wan’ see me stressed, pullin’ up old tweets
I ain’t even into that s**t, can’t remember that s**t
Whips, I used to rent them s**ts, s**t and now I’m in that s**t
She do too much hatin’ s**t, can’t defend that b**ch
I can’t lie about my past so I made that list
H*es be on hatin’ s**t, I can’t take that risk

Uh, uh, can’t erase what I did
But if that glove do not fit then you must acquit
I was f**kin’ s**t lit, I was just a jit
I was on some sick s**t, I was just a jit

I can’t even think I’m special, that’s just how we live
That’s why n**gas fourteen, out here havin’ kids
That’s why n**gas fourteen, out here doin’ bids
I couldn’t chase my dreams but knew ’bout fourty Sigs
Thirty Glocks, pull up, thirty shots
Never thought we’d hear ’em stop, but we heard ’em stop
She a teen she ain’t have no pops, but she had a crop top
N**ga ain’t have no pops but he had a drop top
For real…

Written by G Herbo, Luca Vialli & Shottie
Album: Survivor’s Remorse
Produced by Luca Vialli & Shottie
G Herbo | 2022

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