🎵 Survive // by Don Diablo

31 ContributorsSurvive Lyrics “Survive” is an Future Bass song by Dutch producer Don Diablo, featuring rapper Gucci Mane and singer-songwriter Emeli Sandé. The song debuted in the Untold Festival 2018 held in Romania, at 3 August 2018. [Intro: Gucci Mane] Don Diablo, Guwop [Chorus: Emeli Sandé] We survived the thunder And escaped 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 to serve as living proof [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Gucci Mane and Don, catch me ballin' out in London Tom Brady with the paper, I go Super Bowl Sunday Usain Bolt, crazy running till the hundreds I keep my neck and my wrist at least a hundred Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it She got comfortable, she called 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, beat that pussy up like Rocky I fly to Amsterdam for the right fee These dudes ain't nothing like me, they car thieves I booked her for the night, paid her bar fee Told her charge it to the gang, black Wall Street Shark blue coupe with a shark fee Multi-millionaire, can't get 'em off me Gucci Mane and Don catch me ballin' out in... [Chorus: Emeli Sandé] We survived the thunder And escaped 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 to serve as living proof [Verse 2: Emeli Sandé & Gucci Mane] You got a fast car, I gotta dream of something You are a hot wire, I like to push your buttons We gotta somehow, get out of town We drove for ages, never looking back once They wanna cage us, but we prefer our freedom Call us outrageous, well how about now? Don Diablo Guwop [Refrain: Gucci Mane & Emeli Sandé] Gucci Mane and Don Catch me ballin' out in London Tom Brady with the paper, I go Super Bowl Sunday Usain Bolt, crazy running till the hundreds I keep my neck and my wrist at least a hundred Hood nigga with the money and they lovin' it She got comfortable, she called me by my government Pull up in a Rolls with the white seats And pull off in a Porsche like a car thief Well we here are, living proof Well we here are, living proof [Chorus: Emeli Sandé] We survived the thunder And escaped 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 to serve as living proof