Lost Soul Survivor

(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)

Yeah, ah, woah (Saucey)

Oh, five times, nigga, hit my brother with that iron, he ain't die and you know he shot back

I been missin' Kay since I told her for to go and I know she'll never come back

Millionaire with no million-dollar house, you do you and I'm good with that

Nene left and they saw I was sad, saw me down, thought I'd never shake back

Put a twenty on top of that twenty, come out forty mil', and I'm fuckin' with that

In the booth like the trap and I'm servin', the man of the year, that's the number-one plaque

They ain't want me to win when I turned up my swag

At thе Holiday Inn with a secondary strap

I done stopped ovеr here for to fuck with my bills, I'm gon' slime my way back to the Nawf after that

He watch the rearview, he know if it's gon' only come out with his head on the dash

No, they don't like me but I keep my foot on they neck, and they know that I step on the gas

Know that my brother, he gotta get mutual respect and if you disrespect, that's your ass

I did this shit that's forever gon' sit on my heart

For that bag, it was part of the plan

He is a lost soul survivor

And assassination been attempted from rivals

And he say that they all gon' die

When talons fly, they wanna wash away your life, who they desire

Drop a bag, leave him dead for the shit that he said

He been focused on rap, and I'm straight with the killing

Get the drop, I been waitin', but I know we gon' get it

Youngin' bangin' the strap at the top of his fitted

Thirty shots at the car, and they still ain't hit me

I be fine 'cause I know that my ancestor with me

I be aided all night too whenever I'm out

Took the top off that Audi, turned that bitch to a sprinter

I took so many losses and came out a winner

On the block, I'ma clap 'em when we up in the winter

They know that a nigga been dealin' with feelings

I'm not lovin' these women or fuckin' with niggas

Look at myself, I see blood on the picture

Remove 'em and then I get back to them digits

I throw a fifty, that tension, the ditch him

The reason he slumped, DOA in the Bentley

They don't know everything I did for this

Bang it off back-to-back, I live for this

In the northside sick, they ain't cure the kid

See that boy out of line and I zip the bitch

I give these niggas a energy kick

In the Benz with a Spider and a eight in that bitch

Standin' on business, I cater the list

Leave him dead in a foreign on the side his kid

He is a lost soul survivor

And assassination been attempted from rivals

And he say that they all gon' die

When talons fly, they wanna wash away your life, who they desire

I keep you rollin', this life that I chosen, got the one creep up on me

I be posted where the Sun don't shine

And this the life of a shotta, I say that it's so deep (and, oh)

(Get it on till we can't for YoungBoy, sendin' shots through the night)

(Lone soul, stuntin' down, no, he ain't, say he gon' be the last one to survive)