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Survivors Remorse Feat. Rick Hyde
Benny the Butcher
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In the middle of all this
Money, shows, clothes, and hoes
You know I still think about my niggas
(La mรบsica de Harry Fraud)
Uh, you know my type, I'm official built (100)
When I was nine, my momma sent me to the store to get the kids some milk
To be this clean, I had to live through filth (shit was dirty)
Your dog'll get you peeled, for you to stand this tall, I gotta get you stilts (nigga)
You got plans on gettin' rich? Well, consider this
The ones who expect the most favors ain't give you shit (fuck you want?)
I was the best cook, stepped on work with my right and left foot
Before you even knew how a connect looked
You know my pot game was textbook (text)
Who sold more dope than us except Push?
The proof is how my neck look (my neck look)
I tell my bitch to get dressed up (put that on)
But I keep the same shit on, new 20 bands and a fresh cut
Remember when I told Black to give me a mission (free Sirius Black)
He pulled up in 15 minutes to give me a biscuit (true story)
I thought about this rap shit and had to stick to the business
I changed my mind, he didn't, now he doin' 20 in Clinton
And that could've been me
Uh, this supposed to be success
Then why the fuck I feel stressed out and guilty? (I feel stressed out and guilty)
Damn, 'cause I'm paid and all my niggas in the Feds or the grave
That shit kill me (dog, you know that shit kill me)
Uh, that could've been me
I think about it every day
Yeah, that could've been me (real shit, they got my name too, nigga), uh
That could've been me (could've been me)
I answer every call from jail 'cause that could've been me, real shit
In the cold, it get grimy out, they do you dirty for all kind of clout (grrah)
The OGs throwin' bombs like a timin' route
I'm more comfortable with my diamonds out
This that hoodie under army fatigue jackets with the linin' out
After that one little run, you ain't been poppin' since (what happened?)
My plug guarantee me 50, Gregg Popovich
See that could've been me, stressed out, lockin' in
My young boy gon' pull up with that fire like he's Papa Nicks (doot, doot, doot)
Yeah, that would've been me callin' collect
Tellin' my war stories to the vets
Free Hottie 'til it's backwards, free Dark Lo and the rest
My hood goin' through a crisis, ain't no real niggas left (damn)
Ain't no fathers, if you make it out your 20s, then you blessed (amen)
That won't change your situation when your mama and them stressed
If it's 60 when it's wholesale, it's 90 with the Fent' (whip, whip)
Grab your pot and grab your scale, it gets colder than Quebec
It could've been me
Uh, this supposed to be success
Then why the fuck I feel stressed out and guilty? (I feel stressed out and guilty)
Damn, 'cause I'm paid and all my niggas in the Feds or the grave
That shit kill me (dog, you know that shit kill me)
Uh, that could've been me (yeah)
I think about it every day, yeah, that could've been me
(That could've been me, uh, know what I'm sayin'?)
That could've been me (fuck I do to deserve this?)
I answer every call from jail 'cause that could've been me
Let's go (real shit) (La mรบsica de Harry Fraud)
I kept my foot on they necks, right where it's 'posed to be ('posed to be)
Over this Harry Fraud shit like the ghost of Chinx
I fuck my bitch until she soak the sheets
I was destined to have this spot
Guess at the top is where we 'posed to meet, uh (the Butcher comin', nigga)
How we playin'? Shit, you know, for keeps
At eleven hundred an ounce, they hit my house
That's when I broke the lease (I'm gone)
Y'all talk the street shit with no receipts (ha-ha-ha)
But thank God for the coca leaf and the flow that woke the streets (yeah)
All I'm sayin' is that was us
You let our secrets out, electric chairs'll get plugged up (pssh)
Hit the trap and play the drug stuff, they gon' get a blood rush
I get a witness hit, fuck it, I get a judge touched
'Cause I never love much, I just had a trunk full of trouble (trouble)
Enough dirt for a shovel (shovel)
And three hoes I had to juggle (hoes I had to juggle)
What you know about visitin' your family through a bubble (damn)
Waitin' on a court date like Duffel? (Free my nigga) that's my nigga
That could've been me
That could've been me
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