NBA YoungBoy - Survive (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NBA YoungBoy - Survive (en) Lyrics
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Inside the streets, you gon' achieve or
you gon' bleed, it's just the way up in
life (Ayy, Bans, what you cookin'?)
It's just how things
go in life (Ah, ah)
Is you gon' stay? Is you gon' leave?
Your love hurt, why don't you see?
My love works, then work with me
You just gotta decide (Decide, decide)
Body ache, no open scars on, meaning
physically, I'm full of pain
My mental fightin' to keep it sane
They want it blown off from
close range (Close range)
Two Glocks, they twins, my girl and
daughter identical, I'm pitiful
Can't find a way to open up my heart
and strictly feel for you
Why? I done seen things
that hurt my eyes
Before we even got this serious,
you really liked my guys
I'm sittin' here curious, I ain't billin'
it, just really wan' know why
Likewise, you would think that way,
you accepted all my invested time
My day one nigga, look
ChoppaBoy home, tryna turn
him to a star (To a star)
Make sure we last what I'm on,
K bulletproof with no car
Dope on my pants, comin' home, I
scored my first ball of hard
Finally on with me not knowin' I have
to carry on without my boy (Mmm)
It's okay when it's safe, I'm around
I won't see you left behind,
can you call?
Through the rain, trappin'
all through the storm
I know the sun gon' shine on a new day
Plenty money turn you from
ratchet to classy talk
But you still wan' act
like you a dirty ho
Bitch, you too old
You do certain shit to make
them laugh and that's what
make me send you on
Bitch, I'm too private up inside
my home and I know you know
Been prayin' that Baby Joe can win,
Boozilla seed, that's on my soul
Wan' leave the streets, just point
the way that you wan' go
I gotta cuff and love your
blick more than your ho
And bring a stick out on the road
They after us, that boy died
playing with Quando
Feel like I've been at this
shit like way too long
Man, y'all been 'posed to have a home
I need somethin' stronger, man,
this smoke not too much potent
I cannot let 'em turn
me down, I get it on
I'm workin', I make song for song
But I know they still gon'
try to blackball me, they
hoes (They hoes, bitches)
They know I kick it, gotta
get it, I'ma win it
Might have to pop out with that glizzy
Get it, work it, on the pivot,
fuck the critics
Gotta finish, gotta take
it there and get it
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