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Lost Soul Survivor Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

Lost Soul Survivor Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

Ayo, Bans, What you cooking?
Yeah! Aah! woah! (Saucey)

Oh! five times, N!gga
Hit my brother with that iron
He ain’t die and you know he shot back
I been missing kay since i told her for to go
And i know she’ll never come back
Millionaire with no million-Dollar house
You do you and i’m good with that
Nene left and they saw i was sad
Saw me down, Thought i’d never shake back
Put a twenty on top of that twenty
Come out forty mil’, And i’m fu*king with that
In the booth like the trap and i’m serving
The man of the year, That’s the number-One plaque
They ain’t want me to win when i turned up my swag
At thе holiday inn with a secondary strap
I done stopped ovеr here for to fu*k with my bills
I’m gone slime my way back to the nawf after that
He watch the rearview, He know if it’s gone
Only come out with his head on the dash
No, They don’t like me but i keep my foot on they neck
And they know that i step on the gas
Know that my brother, He gotta get mutual respect
And if you disrespect, That’s your a$$
I did this sh!t that’s forever gone sit on my heart
For that bag, It was part of the plan

He is a lost soul survivor
And assassination been attempted from rivals
And he say that they all gone die
When talons fly, They wanna wash away your life
Who they desire

Drop a bag, Leave him dead for the sh!t that he said
He been focused on rap, And i’m straight with the killing
Get the drop, I been waiting, But i know we gone get it
Younging banging the strap at the top of his fitted
Thirty shots at the car, And they still ain’t hit me
I be fine ‘Cause i know that my ancestor with me
I be aided all night too whenever i’m out
Took the top off that audi
Turned that b!tch to a sprinter
I took so many losses and came out a winner
On the block, I’ma clap them when we up in the winter
They know that a n!gga been dealing with feelings
I’m not loving these women or fu*king with n!ggas
Look at myself, I see blood on the picture
Remove them and then i get back to them digits
I throw a fifty, That tension, The ditch him
The reason he slumped, Doa in the bentley
They don’t know everything i did for this
Bang it off back-To-Back, I live for this
In the northside sick, They ain’t cure the kid
See that boy out of line and i zip the b!tch
I give these n!ggas a energy kick
In the benz with a spider and a eight in that b!tch
Standing on business, I cater the list
Leave him dead in a foreign on the side his kid

He is a lost soul survivor
And assassination been attempted from rivals
And he say that they all gone die
When talons fly, They wanna wash away your life
Who they desire

I keep you rolling, This life that i chosen
Got the one creep up on me
I be posted where the sun don’t shine
And this the life of a shotta
I say that it’s so deep (And, Oh!)
(Get it on ’til we can’t for youngboy
Ending shots through the night)
(Lone soul, Stunting down, No, He ain’t
Say he gone be the last one to survive)