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letra de survivor's remorse - cookie money

[intro: cookie money]
go, go
cookie money
mikemadethe808s (let’s get it)
hard times fell upon us, we stowin’ the weapon
they ain’t never gave us sh-t, we had each other (b street)
we more than brothers

[chorus: cookie money]
had to get it how we live, we ain’t have no choice
i miss my n-ggas that ain’t here, survivor’s remorse (d-mn)
seen my n-gga in a he-rs-, i rolled the royce (up)
so i’ma spit this real sh-t ’til my voice get ho-rs- (real n-gga)
puttin’ god over this money, and family first (family first)
i’ma hustle, i ain’t lettin’ my family hurt (uh-uh)
i planted seeds in the mud, then rose from dirt (rose from dirt)
cookin’ dope in the trap, then roll with work (skrrt)

[verse 1: cookie money]
small city, big dreams, better think smart (smart)
skinny n-gga, big pistol, with a big heart (bah)
i go hard on these hoes, break a b-tch heart (lil’ b-tch)
i’m a son of a gangster, rest in peace pops (rest in peace)
he was more than my daddy, he was like my brother (like my brother)
he taught me how to stretch c0ke, taught me how to hustle (how to hustle)
save the work for the drought if you wanna bubble (bubble up)
keep your business to yourself, stay away from suckers
true soldier, fought cases, took care the bullets (rrah)
bailed me out when the law caught me, went to prison (real n-gga)
the definition of a motherf-ckin’ real n-gga (i love you, pops)
and when it’s war, he ain’t hesitatin’ to k!ll n-ggas (bah, bah, bah)
we did a lot of sh-t i could never tell n-ggas
my last goal was to get away from drug dealin’
i know you proud, make you smile when you see me winnin’
kid done made it, ain’t no struggle for your grandchildren

[verse 2: elzie]
look, we from a place where the youngins packin’ the racket (east oakland)
we from the place where the murder became the habit (b street)
lot of my n-ggas lost they life to a burning bullet
and if i find out who, i’m lettin’ ’em have it, on the real
you only can imagine how we feel
real n-ggas always the main n-ggas gettin’ k!lled (rest in peace)
but i’m still here, so that makes me question my position
instead of my partner, i could’ve easily been a victim (d-mn)
i’m thankful, but at the same time i feel guilty (huh?)
should’ve let him keep the glock, maybe them n-ggas wouldn’t have k!lled him (sorry)
mom said, “son, it ain’t your fault,” mama, i hear you
but i asked for it back when i knew he had an issue
and it k!lls me knowin’ n-ggas drilled him
knowin’ all i had to do was let him keep it near him (here you go)
i should’ve said, “it’s good
you ain’t gotta bring it back until it’s empty”
rest in peace meshon, now you just a memory

- cookie money

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