Survivor's Remorse (feat. Rick Hyde)

In the middle of all this

Money, shows, clothes, and hoes

You know I still think about my ****

(La Musica de Harry Fraud)

(Uh) You know my type

I'm official built

When I was nine my momma sent me to the store to get the kids some milk

The beat is clean I had to live through filth

Your dog will get you peeled

For you to stand this tall I gotta get you stilts

You got plans on getting rich, well consider this

The ones who expect the most favors ain't give you shit

I was the best cook

Stepped on work with my right and left foot

Before you even knew how a connect look

You know my pot game is textbook

Who sold more dope than us except Push?

The proof is in how my neck look

I tell my bitch to get dressed up

But I keep the same shit on

New 20 bands and a fresh cut

Remember when I told Black to give me a mission

He pulled up in fifteen minutes to give me a biscuit

I thought about this rap shit and had to stick to the business

I changed my mind and didn't

Now he's doing twenty in Clinton

And that could have been me

This supposed to be success so why the fuck I feel stressed out and guilty

'Cause I'm paid and all my **** in the feds or the grave that shit kill me

That could've been me

I think about it everyday, yeah, that could've been me

That could've been me

I answer every call from jail 'cause that could've been me

When it's cold it gets grimy out

They do you dirty for all kind of clout

The OG's throwing bombs like a timing route

I'm more comfortable with my diamonds out

This that hoody under Army fatigue jackets with the lining out

After that one little run you ain't been poppin' since

My plug guarantee me 50 Greg Popovich

See that could have been me stressed out locking in

My young boy gonna pull up with that fire like he's Papa Nicks

Yeah, that would have been me calling collect

Telling my war stories to the Vets

Free Hottie till it's backwards

Free Dark Lo and the rest

My hood goin' thru a crisis

Ain't no real **** left

Ain't no Fathers

If you make it out your 20's then you're blessed

Got to change your situation when your momma and them stressed

If it's sixty when it's wholesale it's 90 with the Fent'

Grab your pride and grab your Sket

It get colder than Quebec

It could have been me

This supposed to be success, then why the fuck I feel stressed out and guilty

Damn, 'cause I'm paid and all my **** in the feds or the grave that shit kill me

That could've been me

I think about it everyday that could've been me

That could've been me

I answer every call from jail cause that could've been me

I kept my foot on they necks

Right where it's 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

How we playin'? shit you know for keeps

At 1100 an ounce, they hit my house, that's when I broke the lease

Y'all talk this street shit with no receipts

But thank God for the coca leaf and the flow that woke the streets

All I'm saying is that was us

You let our secrets out and electric chairs will get plugged up

Hit the trap and play the drug stuff

They gon' get a blood rush

I get a witness hit

Fuck it I'll get a judge touched

'Cause I never loved much

I just had a trunk full of trouble

Enough dirt for a shovel

And 3 hoes I had to juggle

What you know about visiting your family through a bubble

Waiting on a court date like Duffel

That's my ****

That could have been me

That could have been me