Survival

L.E.B. Step Two Who are you? Aye! Yeah, when shit get icky, man she sticking to the Bible Sick of these bitches who switching and giving high hopes To all my people who feel lost I hope you find home Mind in a spiral, pray for my survival When shit get icky, man she sticking to the Bible Sick of these bitches who switching and giving high hopes To all my people who feel lost, I hope you find home Mind in a spiral, pray for my survival Her last one, he really fucked her up She's trying to readjust, but it's hard to get up when you're crushed Got that feeling in her gut, thinking back to what it was Now she don't know who to trust, doubting every thought of love, yeah yeah Now she chasing the diamonds rings and bloody shoes She tired of being held back by strings and tough issues Turning down everything more than a fling because of you What does she have to lose? The way you always lied, she hated You flip it on her to make her feel crazy Love is survival, can you make it? GTA love, wasted Yeah, when shit get icky, man she sticking to the Bible Sick of these bitches who switching and giving high hopes To all my people who feel lost I hope you find home Mind in a spiral, pray for my survival When shit get icky, man she sticking to the Bible Sick of these bitches who switching and giving high hopes To all my people who feel lost, I hope you find home Mind in a spiral, pray for my survival Don't get me started on how many times I've tried This heart is battle-hardened, and my love is certified, but I'm spilling on the carpet, I been feeling mortified from these women who are heartless I see lies in their eyes Had me begging you please don't go I was blind, now I see that you a joke Putting in these hours at the studio, to turn up in Givenchy when I do a show Can't forget where I'm from I got people back home with nowhere to run, in the darkness with no light or sun Bring it back to them, I'ma be the one, pray for my survival Yeah, when shit get icky, man she sticking to the Bible Sick of these bitches who switching and giving high hopes To all my people who feel lost I hope you find home Mind in a spiral, pray for my survival When shit get icky, man she sticking to the Bible Sick of these bitches who switching and giving high hopes To all my people who feel lost, I hope you find home Mind in a spiral, pray for my survival