Meek Mill & G Herbo - Survivor’s Guilt

[Intro]MmYou already know what IYeah[Verse 1]I got more guns than my opps, I got more guns than a copIn a mansion all alone but I got four guns in the spotI got two on side of the bed and got some more guns at the topAnd I don't trust this ho I'm layin' with like, "Boy, you gotta stop"You can't even sleepI just seen my bro from the fourth grade and we ain't even speakHe stuck in ways, he want my life, shit, it ain't even deepI been out LA with fifty shots ever since PnBThis shit real, ****You don't want me at the white party, what the fuck you want me to kill ****?You don't want me at the right party with the rich folks, bussin' deals with themI know all the killas well, I was poppin' pills with themBeen fallin' back from Kiladel 'cause I might try to drill ****, yeahMy youngin' died, that twenty like a real ****Shots to his head, hit his chest like some real liquorTimes in the feds and my homie got to deal with itMy dawg slimed my other dawg, expected me to chill with himYou know what you did, ****, you ain't movin' low, know we know where you liveWhen we catch you it's the Super Bowl, whoa[Verse 2]My bitch trippin', say she think I might OD off pillsHow the fuck else I'm gon' sleep I been on thirty drills?And when I think, I still feel for my youngins in the fieldHe catch a kill, go pop a thirty, he don't even know if they realMy bro wanted me to ride, I was ridin' with him since we was lil'Had labels on my line, they sayin' this shit worth 20 mill'He tryna go on hits, put a couple more hats on his steelI had to go get Rich 'cause I already knew how that feelI took care of everybody and put some M's up for my childrenI know a **** that turnt his hood up, they still killed himI fall back, start playin' it safe, the streets wanna say I'm scaredI was still in the Raq with a Glock and a Drac' like I ain't just fight the fedsEven though I hear everything they say, can't let it get in my headTake up too much space when I'm in bed and I think about pops and GregTook this shit to the top, why the fuck I'ma stop? Could've been on the block or deadMy opps know I ain't ever aim for legs any time I shot some leadMe and shhhh in the car, he hopped out, face shot, he had to chop his dreadsSwervo had the Glock 40 on my hip but I chose hip hop instead[Verse 3]And that pain might pop his chest, he stressin', he tryna find some medsYou ain't never sleep with **** you beefin' with on top of the bedI was on the bottom bunk, fightin' drama, got my mama scaredHe just got life, he ain't comin' home until his mama deadHuh, these **** hoes, these **** hoesI feel like Dex, I go to the strip club, I got to bring my poleAnd I don't want sex from her, this bitch keep tryna drink my soulAnd she had fucked my man and think that I don't even knowIt's crazy, he tryna keep it low, how you suppose to be my bro?The hoes come before the bros, I would've told you, "****, keep the ho"Yeah, **** tweakin' 'bout this cloutSpent on hundred on a chain, he don't even own a houseLeft his mama in the hood, she ain't even get a couchKnowin' he beefin' with some ****, he ain't even get her outGot me thinkin' really deep, like, "What this street shit really 'bout?"Like, "If I slide for these ****, will they really come get me out?"Ever do time for some **** and they don't hit you till you out?Fed his hood, but when he died, **** went up in his houseShit be crazy