Текст песни Survive - Beku San

Hello, it's Carolina's most wanted
Body bag came with a bow on it
Willing to reap what I sow
I got a year older
Heart got a year colder
Temperature drop when I step on the road
Go getting reckless
I'm too well connected
You sending for me and they flocking like crows
Serving these fiends
Pray for their souls
They get a taste and they never let go
Blood on my hands, deal went sideways
Peel off the highway, too many blues on the 58
Made that brick dance, dance, jive
I take a hit and revive
700 bolt in the hood
How else I'm suppose to survive?
Still waters run deep
Remind me to hydrate
Alive in the worst way
Enough of that he say, she say
Lets listen and hear what the heat say
Young and misguided, ain't nobody's hero
Work of the idle - manos del diablo
I cut the lights and I swim through the shallows
Bag up and bury the stick to the sticks
Burnt me before, I ain't taking a risk
You make the call and I'm taking the shift
Willing to die for that shit on wrist, hm?
Seeing's believing
And you gotta be here to see it
Man you gotta be here to see it
Went and got throw in that backseat for holding a couple of zips
Shit that that taught me I'll never forget
Ruger revolver, I'm too well equipped
Why he so calm when he loading that clip, hm?
Boy I done been through this shit
Losing control, fork in the road - know that I pivot and shit
I get to snapping, my vision is covered in red
Them Louboutins matching your head
My fingers get sticky
Whenever I walk in Givenchy security calling the feds
Shit gon' get dicey ahead
Life of a man whose been left and mislead
Maybe I'm better off dead
Hello, it's Carolina's most wanted
Body bag came with a bow on it
Willing to reap what I sow
I got a year older
Heart got a year colder
Temperature drop when I step on the road
Go getting reckless
I'm too well connected
You sending for me and they flocking like crows
Serving these fiends
Pray for their souls
They get a taste and they never let go
Blood on my hands, deal went sideways
Peel off the highway, too many blues on the 58
Made that brick dance, dance, jive
I take a hit and revive
700 bolt in the hood
How else I'm suppose to survive?