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Dying Breed

๐Ÿ‘ค Che Noir โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The Thrill Of The Hunt 2 โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:39
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โฑ๏ธ 2:39 duration
๐Ÿ†” ID: 1973370

๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

I had a urge for this life, I had to earn all my stripes
A born hustla, I can sell a purse to a dyke

Me? I never learn from advice, it was the murders and fights
I was parted that made me sharper than the surgical knife

Yo it's fiends and drugs dealers behind my curtains and blinds
On this road to riches I watch my drive turn into flights

On my road to riches the cops always searching my ride
They don't find nothing just violate my personal rights
He ain't a hustler, he the burglar type
Go ahead box, got a Glock that hit harder than Roberto or Mike

They took a key from his kids, now they serving him kikes
Caught a case and watch the racist judge serve him a life
Sent him away and afterwards he playing tennis with his lawyer

My man go to prison, I'll handle the business for ya
If you got a girl that's innocent, then enjoy her
I wanted a Janet but I ended up with Latoya

Survival of the fittest 'cause we grew amongst a dying breed

Before you plant a money tree, you got to find a seed
We the best in the entire league,
I inspire G's and built that empire off fire trees
Survival of the fittest grew amongst a dying breed

I plant the seed, now all my niggas can climb the tree
We playing chess, it's hard to move 'til you find a queen
And for a hater I keep a broom like it's time to sweep

For a hater I keep a pistol close,
Don't play with you folks,
Kill you and the niggas that's goin' miss you most

And if she hate, I bet the bitch is broke
She trying to bury hatchets I got to map it to where she dig the hole
Bitch you think we squashing beef? But we probably didn't
I don't bury hatchets unless I bury the body with it

I don't carry ratchets unless I'm clapping somebody with it
Y'all niggas guns don't work like it's out of business
I leave my oppositions hopping fences
No need for doctors visits, niggas dying at a high percentage

Fuck the fame we only clock for riches,
We did anything to get a pot to piss in fuck the consequences

We did dirt to get in high positions,
Ill wills to survive by all means stay alive (lets go)

Survival of the fittest 'cause we grew amongst a dying breed

Before you plant a money tree, you got to find a seed
We the best in the entire league,
I inspire G's and built that empire off fire trees
Survival of the fittest grew amongst a dying breed

I plant the seed, now all my niggas can climb the tree
We playing chess, it's hard to move 'til you find a queen
And for a hater I keep a broom like it's time to sweep

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