| I will survive
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| I will survive
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| I will survive
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| I will survive
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| They say death around the corner so I taking my aim
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| It ain’t no point in tryna smile, shit I mastered the pain
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| Lost everything I love, what the fuck could I gain?
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| Clip dead everyday I’m seein' shit ain’t the same
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| They told me hold my head up even if I’m ashamed
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| Why everyone I love leave, but somehow I remain
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| They either love ya or they hate ya, I’m just watching 'em change
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| That’s why I converse with God while I’m doing my thing
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| J2 too got killed, damn lost him too soon
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| Looking at him at the wake, crying, wasn’t immune
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| I know my little brother hurt, he barely come out the room
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| Somewhere blowing his brains out, probably high as the moon
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| I fell in love with a woman though I knew it was wrong
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| Went out and gave her my all, tried to make us a home
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| Went broke, looked up, why the fuck she was gone?
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| Momma told me it was coming, shit I wish she was wrong
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| She even took my baby with her, went the fuck on her way
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| And I can’t even go and see him, I don’t know where he stay
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| But regardless of the fact, he know his daddy is Trae
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| The way I’m feelin' make me wanna see the world with a K
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| Shit I barely get to see him two times out a month
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| I told Boss I’m goin' crazy I can’t even much front
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| They say the road rough, must’ve been a hell of a bump
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| I got this banger on my lap, try to play me for punk, motherfucker
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| I will survive
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| I will survive
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| I will survive
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| I will survive
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| I can’t make it up out the streets like I’m doing a bid
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| Deserving a better day, but for they now they was hid
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| They got a nigga’s road dog locked doing a bid
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| Even though my nigga gone, gotta take care of his kids
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| All these fuck niggas really got me fed, I’m through
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| Got me sitting trying to figure what the fuck did I do?
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| Me and niggas splitting up, where the fuck is the glue?
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| Other niggas turning snake, damn say it ain’t true
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| M-U-G God damn that’s cold
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| I’m on the way to the grave, gotta get it controlled
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| Seeing death after death kinda taking its toll
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| Even though I’m outta of luck I say fuck it and roll
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| Barely every get the the time I could kick it with Neek
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| Realizing the prayers count when he stands on his feet
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| He the reason I was fighting every day of the week
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| So I tell T.O. |
| I love him, every time that we speak
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| Facetime late night with the D-O-G
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| Waiting on the court date to see what shit gonna be
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| If he ain’t got shit left, he know he still got me
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| I rather be hard than to be here sad
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| Tryna stop my little nigga before he go out bad
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| Tryna keep shit trill, same thing like Chad
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| I don’t wanna see him get murdered tryna get that cash
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| I will survive
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| I will survive
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| I will survive
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| I will survive |