Soul Survivor (feat. Meek Mill)

Smilin while my diamonds hittin cuz 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 cuz 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 Ima soul survivor, Shooter an a driver Throw that shit on every night might mix the Louie with the Prada Ima 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 cuz 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 Ima 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 Cuz 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 Ima soul survivor, Shooter an a driver Throw that shit on every night might mix the Louie with the Prada Ima soul survivor Shooter an a driver Everyday I'm taking risks we tap dancing over lava