Eric Bellinger, Smoke DZA, DOM KENNEDY, Jay 305 - Survivor’s Remorse lyrics

Yeah it's E

They never thought I would get this far
But look how far we made it
Now I got big shoes on my car
(yeah, I be comin' through)
Look how far we made it (Word)
Yeah, said look how far we made it
(Word, yeah) yeah, oh (yeah)

Custom everything, you know how I does it
Pockets all hundreds, still on the come-up
Lookin' like I'm on already
Just gave her my number
Won't take long for me to get up in her jaws
Watch Boomerang with her
I'm against the law
I drive fast, fuck fast, drop cash
When I wanna pull somethin' up
(Pull somethin' up) lookin' at the game
Who makin' real shit? Just us
Ain't no justice, house worth a mil' plus
And I'm still around the way
Spike Lee with a brush
Dom K on the mic, bitches be feelin' him
I don't gotta sing on the track
Just to get me some i'ma be that nigga for
The next few millenniums
I'll bet the pussy taste
Good like a Cinnabon
Never play the minimum, YSL denim, uh
On the roulette table at New York, New York

They never thought I would get this far
But look how far we made it
Now I got big shoes on my car
Look how far we made it
Yeah, said look how far we made it
(This nigga Dom tried to give
Me the Don Julio) yeah, oh
(He don't fuck with CÎROC, yeah, uh)

Seven when I seen my first murder
Survivin' on dollar double cheeseburgers
Damn
It wasn't easy, but I'm a fast learner
Shit ain't promised
Thank God I made it though
The ghetto where I'm s'posed to die
Jay 305, not from the south
But South Central LA, lA
That's LA, palm trees and AKs
Bad bitches gangbang
(Where you from? Goddamn)
AMG, that's the only Benz
Fuck friends, walked in the club past PowWow
OBM
Go get, no give-mes, mink when it's chilly
California grizzly, aw man (Flip it)
125th, grimy grams (Flip it)
Eatin' fish, it's four AM (yeah)
Tall model chick in Dior pants, uh
I just hope the Lord see
My plans, plans, plans, plans

They never thought I would get this far
But look how far we made it (Really)
Now I got big shoes on my car
(It's big OPM energy)
Look how far we made it (RFC)
Yeah, said look how far we made it (Really)
Yeah, oh

All the hate be admiration
They admire the floss
Weathered the storm through the decade
Got survivor's remorse
The bud is legal, livin' regal
All my Cubans is frost
Bust down everything, how we do it up north
Where's the love in the game?
It's like human went lost
Bracelets, rivetless, dawg, but it's stupid
The cost we been runnin' shit so long
Got me super exhausted
Artist, CEO, hustler and I'm corporate
Independent mogul since the waviest win
(Right)
Got a better deal than Baby and Slim (Right)
Took a couple L's
I'll never take 'em again
They ain't takin' my gems
Take my catalog when I spin
Charge the rest to the game
Took that on the chin
Playin' at a high level, dawg
You just a third string
Important like LeBron's third ring
Lookin' extra drippy
Hoppin' out the 'burban (Right)

They never thought I would get this far
But look how far we made it
Now I got big shoes on my car
Look how far we made it (High as fuck)
Yeah, said look how far we made it (OPM)
Yeah, oh (DZA)

If I was you i'd turn this up
Yeah, I'd turn this up uh, uh