Songtexte Survivor’s Remorse - Roddy Ricch

Let's talk about everything, so I can give it some closure
Way before the Grammys, billboards, charts
When I was riding around in local

Let's talk about how we done came up and they tried to fold us
Roddy really anti, they took it personal
What the Fucc was I supposed to do
I been going through child support
A good daddy, I vouch for it
She just want a new -

Fucc around fell out with some of my homies
Having too much pride
And they can't even say I ain't try
Ooh I-

Imagine if I had a dollar every time you said I fell off
I'd be a Billionaire
I was blinded by survivors remorse
I was supposed to build here
Still solid, still here
Still home, I done stepped on base
Pride myself of the progress of being of codeine
I promise it's so hard to shake

Roddy you wealthy
Roddy you golden
Roddy you built for this
Roddy be tired of everybody opinion
Behind the closed doors you can feel this shit

Switched on this glocc
In this Maybacc, extended
F8 the Rarri, the Lambo I advented
Bitch, I'm the heart of the trenches
I still talk shit with my dogs in the penitentiary

Pulled up the numbers we eared out the label
Hunnid somethin' nights we put food on the table
You ain't heard shit from the clubhouse
'Cause the Crips probably violated 'em
FN to stop the opps in they tracks
Yeah yeah
Dawgy go the double murder, still got action
Yeah yeah