Alaan - Survivors Guilt (feat. Lo Diggs)

Ain't never switch no I been running with the same dudes
Same crew we make the same moves
Man I miss my nigga got that call about your bad news
Man I miss my nigga thinking bout getting him tattooed
I say life ain't no joke if it is I ain't laugh nigga
Know niggas that had them some motion look pass niggas
Brodie threw me couple plates say get back nigga
Shit
Told him I appreciate the gesture
Niggas I been knowing all my life want some pressure
Ronda Rousey niggas bitches but be boxing
Trynna get out of PG feel like I'm boxed in
I put in work but I ain't never ever clock in
Even though it's up we ain't never look up to no Clark Kent
It ain't the same in my trenches
All the real dead or they waiting for some visits
Football was my ticket but I'm still hurting for them niggas who ain't listen
Really miss my niggas always thinking bout our times together
Swear I got survivors guilt trying be the neighborhood helper
Ever since some youngins daddy said me and my niggas special
Ever since some youngins mama said me and my niggas reckless
I been off that dope for several years trynna cope with depression
We done learned some lessons as adults but we ain't no adolescent
If I ain't with trappers or them jackers I'm with lots of felons
Wait a minute
It's been a minute
Slime he got him 23 I pray he get acquitted
Nigga homie caught a body but he acting like he did it
Nigga never seen a body he cap he know he fitted
Shawty breaking hearts I call her Shawn Micheals
Nowadays it be your niggas that's your own rivals
Barrel skinny anorexic on the rifle
Niggas get to singing like American Idol
Let the choir sing
Oh baby let the choir sing
Shawty I can't hang I ain't no tire swing
Even if they lying down
You still believing anything
Oh yeah oh no
All that back and forth you trynna treat me like a yoyo
Spanish mami keep a cinco like she ocho
Shawty eat the dick and then she say delicioso
Uncle needed needles had to make sure they was sterile
Slime he get to shooting like DeMarre Carroll
Niggas bout to paint your block ain't talking murals
I had to put Amiris on apparel
Changing like a wardrobe
We gon straight ya shit just like some cornrows
I been sliming shit I got a sore nose
Ain't no really telling when the door close
Let the choir sing
Oh baby let the choir sing
Shawty I can't hang I ain't no tire swing
And even if they lying down
You still believing anything

Written by:
Jonathan Bell, Lo Diggs

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