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Survive - Lyrics

We'll survive the thunder
And escape the hunger
And sometimes I wonder, how we got through
Who knows what they'll ask us
We don't need no answers
'Cause we stand and serve as living proof

Gucci Mane is dying
Catch me falling out of line
Bitch I'm braided with the paper, I got Superbowl signed
You signed it all crazy, right into the hundreds
I keep my leg, and I still selling a hundred

Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it
She got comfortable, she call me by my government
Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats
And pull off in a Porsche like a car thief

I'm cocky bring that pussy here I like it
I fly her to Amsterdam for the rifey
They're doosing it they like me, they're car keys
I booked her for the night, paid her bar fee
Told her toil it 'til the gang black wallstreet
Shark blue coupe with the shark fins
Must-have millionaire can't get 'em off me
El diablo co-op

We'll survive the thunder
And escape the hunger
And sometimes I wonder, how we got through
Who knows what they'll ask us
We don't need no answers
'Cause we stand here as living proof

You got a first car, I gotta dream of something
You're like a hard wire, I like to push your buttons
got it somehow, get up
We drove for ages, never looking backwards
They wanna cage us, but we prefer our freedom
Call us outrageous, well how about now?
El diablo. co-op

Gucci Mane is dying
Catch me falling out of line
Bitch I'm braided with the paper, I got Superbowl signed
You signed it all crazy, right into the hundreds
I keep my leg, and I still selling a hundred

Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it
She got comfortable, she call me by my government
Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats
And pull off in a Porsche like a car thief

And we'll survive the thunder
And escape the hunger
And sometimes I wonder, that we got the
Who knows what they'll ask us
We don't need no answers
'Cause we stand to serve as living proof

Writer(s): RADRIC DELANTIC DAVIS, EMELI SANDE, DON PEPIJN SCHIPPER

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