Survivor’s (outro) Songtext
von G Herbo

Huh
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 -
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 - I used to be no more
So I be moody, goin' through different moods and s-

It be different, I don′t even know how to, feel like I used to fee
No, I ain't that - no more
So whoever you lookin′ for, you ain't gon′ find him
Just gon' find me, uh
Used to know
Usually before used to blow pipes and tote dice
Blow dice, I mean tote pipes and blow dice (blow dice)
Whatever
Whatever, whenever
Uh


- That bag (bag), used to f- that bag up (bag up)
Foenem playin' with this s-, but they gon′ smash somethin′ (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- boy, decide somethin'
Haters gon′ manipulate, they tryna mind -

I woke up like 8 a.m. 'cause I′m a grinder
Foenem called to wake me first 'cause they with sliders (they with sliders)
I can't let no - conquer us, divide us (divide us)
We was born kings, can′t no one define us
We was in the trenches broke and - the finest ones (finest ones)
Know how gang rock, we had the loudest guns (loudest guns)
We can′t hate, appreciate our wait around the sun
We can't hate, appreciate a day around the sun (uh-huh)

I could never hate my daddy, now I got a son (two of ′em)
I love spendin' time with ′em, but I gotta run (uh-huh)
This life s- ain't cheap, this life shit 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 sh-, can't remember that s-
Whips, I used to rent them sh-, sh- and now I′m in that sh-
She do too much hatin' -, can′t defend that -


I can't lie about my past so I made that list
Be on hatin′ -, 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 (quit)
I was f-′ s- lit, I was just a jit (jit)
I was on some sick s-, I was just a jit
I can′t even think I'm special, that′s just how we live
That's why n- 14, out here havin′ kids

That's why - 14, out here doin′ bids
I couldn't chase my dreams but knew 'bout 40 Sigs
.30 Glocks, pull up, 30 shots
Never thought we′d hear ′em stop (stop), but we heard 'em stop
She a teen she ain′t have no pops (pops), but she had a crop top
Ain't have no pops (pops) but he had a drop top (top)
For real