Survivors Remorse Lyrics

Turn me up
Yeah
Shit is epic
Yeah
You know I gotta tell a story on this
Story from hell

Survivors remorse, make it out or you'll die in this war
Streets got your life in a vice grip, applying the force
You're feeling guilty, they ain't make it out the eye of the storm (Nah)
Shit is filthy, niggas hating while you driving a Porsche
Survivor's remorse (I feel it)

So why die on the cross cause if they ain't want you to live, then why try to support
Some niggas reach for the top but can't admire the boss
You was already the winner if you ain't trying the loss
Survivor's remorse

Ra keep your еyes on that porch
If one of them niggas budgе, your aiming, fire the torch
Never had to question if Ra would die for the cause
But since his daughters was born, he's been surprisingly soft (Ra)
Tie up that whore and go inside of that drawer (Get that money)
Mr Cash you better shoot if you decided to draw
Defying the law, can never lay your pride on the floor
Pay attention, 'cause attention is what us guys can afford
Ra was always the quiet type, quite the intellectual
For selling drugs and shooting guns made him respectable
Acceptable, 'cause his jump shot was too exceptional (Swish)
With dreams of going overseas and turn a professional (Go pro)
Damn, but Ra was too accessible
Pressure from the people that's closest they'll get the best of you
His best friend, he couldn't defend, got turned to a vegetable
You're trying to make more of yourself and they think less of you (Talk to 'em)
Damn, fake love is always deceiving believe in snakes, and heathens, devils and demons
The reason Ra was leaving to start the season
But success is the only thing they ain't want him achieving (That's fucked up)
So the night before that he was supposed to fly out
He slid to his best friends crib so they could vibe out
To find out, there's no easy way you could put it
He ain't make his flight they found Ra's body riddled with bullets

Survivor's remorse, make it out or you'll die in this war
Streets got your life in a vice grip, applying the force
You're feeling guilty, they ain't make it out the eye of the storm (Nah)
Shit is filthy, niggas hating while you driving a Porsche
Survivor's remorse (I feel it)

So why die on the cross 'cause if they ain't want you to live, then why try to support
Some niggas reach for the top but can't admire the boss
You was already the winner if you ain't trying the loss
Survivor's remorse