Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Survivor, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Realer, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.12.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Never Broke Again
Song language: English
Survivor |
(India |
Mommy, India got the beats…) |
Tennis chain, a hundred and ten thousand (A hundred and ten thousand) |
We took some losses, spent some money, but we still ballin' (Still ballin') |
Know when they hatin', straight from the gutter, I forever call it (Forever |
call it) |
These niggas hatin', know they just wanna see my career fallin' (Wan' see me |
fall) |
He don’t wanna see you with more money than him, that ain’t your man |
I take these Percs and pop that X like I depend |
The way they crossed us, I swear it drive me insane |
They drained my bank, they thought they took me out the game |
I came back runnin' with some |
Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars |
Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence |
He came back like a survivor, yeah |
He came back like a survivor, yeah |
He fell out of love, now he can never trust |
They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up |
He came back like a survivor, yeah |
He came back like a survivor, yeah |
Pulled off in a Maybach (C'mon) |
I came back whippin' the Rolls (In a Rolls) |
I been betrayed by these niggas and hoes |
But this is the life that I chose, yeah |
Out the top of the roof in the middle the road, yeah |
Forever slidin' 'bout my bros, yeah |
Screamin' out, right or wrong, yeah |
We gon' bust a nigga dome, yeah |
Bullets flyin' like an army |
Convicted felon bear arms and |
Shoot the burner, hold it steady |
Hit a nigga in the arm and leg |
Hunger Games, Armageddon |
You broke your promise, you was wrong for that |
Went to jail all behind your love |
Laid down and I came back |
Steady scopin' (Scopin') |
Wipe a nigga’s nose, I say slatt |
I’m steady workin', since I made it out that North I ain’t look back |
Jail time and the prayers on lockdown, writing songs on the rec |
Now I’m boardin' on the jet with a Glock-9 and a bag full of recs |
Talkin' down used to drive me insane |
When I know I stayed true to this game |
Bitches playin', steady sayin' my name |
Niggas playin', we be slangin' that thing |
I’m growin' up, tryna grow as man |
Maintaining, elevating my brain |
I know that I’m great so I’m never gon' settle |
Won’t value the money, won’t value no change |
Steady scopin' (Scopin') |
Wipe a nigga’s nose, I say slatt |
This for Dumpspin, every dime that I got to bring him back |
Ran up my money, all my songs gon' have them racks and that’s a fact (I ain’t |
lyin') |
I told D to do his time then come back grindin' with some |
Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars |
Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence |
He came back like a survivor, yeah |
He came back like a survivor, yeah |
He fell out of love, now he can never trust |
They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up |
He came back like a survivor, yeah |
He came back like a survivor, yeah |
Top shottas, I paid 'em top dollars |
Livin' like a Rough Rider, they locked him up for violence |
He came back like a survivor, yeah |
He came back like a survivor, yeah |
He fell out of love, now he can never trust |
They told him lies, he was depressed, they thought he gave it up |
He came back like a survivor, yeah |
He came back like a survivor, yeah |