Millyz - Soul Survivor (Ft. Meek Mill)

[Intro: Millyz]
Yo, Nick Papz, make it slap
Yeah, put your life on the line for this moment, deserve it
Yeah

[Verse 1: Millyz]
Smilin' while my diamonds hittin', 'cause I could've missed it
They just got my bro inhaled, but he still stayin' out the mist
Skinny white boy with the musty, point him out and get him lifted
The breadwinner in my hood, my pockets empty every Christmas
Beat the odds and all statistics, you ain't get it, you ain't wantin' it
Slidin' in this Ghost, fed investigations hauntin' us (Woah)
Bulletproof the escalators, still he left the console off
Hundred-thousand cash, got it feelin' likе an armored truck
My shooter from Somalia, fly bitches out, aquatic
Wе got somethin' by the bounce and it'll tear this whole party up
Told 'em my schedule is too hectic to go back and forth in texts
I'm flyin' back and forth to Texas, but I used to bag the extras
Got me prayin' for forgiveness, young me for my litness
But if I ever feel that, bitch, I fall out with the quickness
I can't even kick it with these rappers, shit they sayin' sound descriptive
Over sides I shouldn't pick, with memories I can't revisit
To a thirty million lick of cash, I don't think I let a day slide
He was scared to take the state ride, now he plays at A-side
And he on the D.A. side, pointin' out alleged things
My youngin got a chrome heart, he out there lettin' metal ring
Got this scarf around my face, had to cross it for my faith (Yeah)
They tryna prove conspiracy, 'cause I know every narco in the safe
Alejandro in the Wraith, I really got it off of Bape
A quarter-million on my flesh, I pray to God it keep me safe
[Chorus: Millyz & Meek Mill]
Lord, forgive me for my sins, when he cross me
Never pimpin' on my skin, can't shake 'em off me
I shed a tear behind this temperature, won't see it though (No)
Too much hatred, made me bulletproof the vehicle (Woo)
I'm a soul survivor, shooter and the driver
Throw that shit on every night, my niggas are loyal with the Prada
I'm a soul survivor, shooter and the driver
Every day I'm takin' risks, we tap dancin' over lava (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
One got forty with a hundred-clip
I've been ridin' bulletproof since twenty-six
This shit like the mafia, you try me, we strike everybody you runnin' with
My homie died, I'm talkin' to his mom, 'cause I couldn't stomach it (I can't)
My other dawg got life in the cell, no, I ain't duckin' shit
He knowin' I won't ever switch him, always gon' pick up and shit (For real)
Drop, run into his girl a hundred times, and I won't touch his bitch (On God)
I watch the way they move when in my shot and they won't fuck with it (I don't)
Niggas gon' dick-ride and let you slide, you got a Cullinan
Even if you tellin' it, I'm tellin' you, it's evident
They will lock you up and give you life, without no evidence
How the fuck the teacher tellin' me I could be the president?
I could show you how you make a million, like a specialist
Movin' really fast, the oldheads started contestin' it (For real)
And niggas havin' pressure 'bout some money, stop watchin' it
'Cause this shit that I'm talkin'll turn a broke man into a hustler, for real
[Chorus: Millyz & Meek Mill]
Lord, forgive me for my sins, when he cross me
Never pimpin' on my skin, can't shake 'em off me
I shed a tear behind this temperature, won't see it though (No)
Too much hatred, made me bulletproof the vehicle (Woo)
I'm a soul survivor, shooter and the driver
Throw that shit on every night, my niggas are loyal with the Prada
I'm a soul survivor, shooter and the driver
Every day I'm takin' risks, we tap dancin' over lava (Yeah)