Survive

Black on black Tahoe, with windows that’s tinted, I pull up they salute the Lieutenant
12 hit they lights when the corner got bended, for no reason, they questionin’ who’s in it
I’m independent with a couple a dependents, that I wish I could file on my taxes
I can’t afford to get put on a shirt, and get worn like a jersey that’s vintage
I’m rarely in the mix and don’t care to do the most, I choose not to brag nor boast
Instead of me droppin a post, on the gram I been Casper the ghost
On the gram, I lost so many fans, that hated to see me grow and develop
I learned from my pops to love silence if I was too loud he’d yell boy shut the hell up
Even though I’m nigga maneee, I’m doin the opposite, goin against the grain
Since I been the black sheep, they keep lookin at me sideways like they sipped some drank
No need to explain to people, when they hear the lingo, but can’t comprehend the slang
When the world get to lackin season you should know the salt of the earth gon entertain
If I gotta improvise, then I get to flippin them coins that’s decentralized
There’s days when I lack direction, so I close my eyes, pray, and visualize
All I know is survive where I’m from thats the norm, had to go through the fire just to come out reborn
Under the sun there’s nun that’s new, we weather that storm til the sky turn blue
You can tell when a nigga done been through some shit when you look in his eyes
As a jit I developed the heart of a lion I was raised in the jungle, and learned to survive
Some hunt just to thrive, they’ll hide the mop sign just to catch yo ass slippin, then capitalize
Most are just playin the hand they were dealt, when you part of the system, it’s hard to provide
Ayeee, Ayeee, All I know is survive
Vive, Vive, Vive, Ayeeee, All I know is survive, Vive…
You can tell when a nigga done been through some shit when you look in his eyes
As a jit I developed the heart of a lion I was raised in the jungle but learned to survive
I stay in the cut I’m lowkey like a cheater, yo ass’ll get blisters, walkin in my sneakers
I see a play now I’m eager to touchdown, while on this route like a wide receiver
I do the opposite of mission abort, meanin imma go my for it like it’s forth and short
The teams on my back once when we break out the huddle, so I’ll take the blame if that ball gets fumbled
This thunder like Afro’s on ready to rumble, Nina on me really spit, she don’t mumble
Rappers pissed like pee pee in they bungle, cause I put belt to ass, no buckle
I’ll treat you ass like a joke and chuckle, short man complex, there’s scars on my knuckles
Peep the muscle I ain’t finna tussle, though I was top 10 in the state when I wrestled, I’m scrappy and love to scuffle
Thats cap that I hear from you niggas, ain’t nobody scared of you niggas
I peep some demons in my peripheral, I’m way too aware of you niggas
Cause I really move like a gangsta, plus I got a fam full of gangsters
Yal niggas be way too emotional, still ain’t got no control of your anger
I know some niggas that stay with a strap, that won’t threaten to shoot yah, they’ll shank yah
None of my firearms are props, lil bitch there’s one one the chamba
I gotta endure to the end fore u run out of time so just give me a minute
Cause both my flesh and my spirit, at war with each other, I’m still in the trenches
Windows tinted, I pull up they salute the Lieutenant
12 hit they lights when the corner got bended, for no reason they questioning who in it
I’m independent with a couple a dependents, that I wish I could file on my taxes
I can’t afford to get put on a shirt, and get worn like a jersey that’s vintage