Lyrics:
Survival of the fittest, yea I’m running like a running back
Suffocate my soul, yea I’m finna have a heart attack
She calling my phone, but I’m never
Girl, I promise I won't die, tonight (yeah)
Hey, look, I do this for the auto-rap
Serious like a heart attack
Focus on the paper I stack 'cause I
They're bringing all the glam and glitz, but nothing with skill
Becoming stupid suckers for bills
While they rummage for pills.
Outcast back to attack
Looks to me that you don't give a shit
It's just a tool in your survival kit
I tried so hard to help you
What did you do, turn your back on me
When you
times
Wanting me a drop-top and a fat knot
And I ain't tryin' to hear that 5-0 shit
I'm black, and I was born
With a survival kit, uh
Ain't shit but spit
Choppa knock a nigga off a throne
Aye, yeah
Bad bitch, yeah I'm in it like wet wet
Bad bitch, yeah I'm cracking like Kit-Kat
If I say blow, yeah she gon
defense approved survival!
Offers maximum protection from fallout and fallen debris, plus a basic equipment kit for family survival!
(Baby you're my fallout
Watch how live gets, like a jungle so pack your survival kits, huh
Me and Redman been rollin for years
In the place wildlifin' doing Britney Spears
We crossed our hearts and never hoped to lie
For the ghosts along The Castro were just walking by
We went back to scratch and had to start again
Washing ashore for another attack
No rest for the hunted, no peace in the crossfire
Death is the end but is survival any better?
Marching forth, staying
swag
Killing shit toe-tag running up more bags (run it up )
I been doing numbers like I'm in math class
Serious bout the rap like a mf heart attack
Ion
He spat on it and brought it back lookin' half in shock
Had a heart attack and dropped dead
Started fallin' back with it and got slapped with a Colin
I'm cool time to face money
I'm home I'm high I'm happy
I'm cool time to face money
Nchete my far back ona enyem Heart attack
That's why nji epush
Baby, lately I'm feeling entitled
Right hand on my gun
And left hand on my bible
Fighting with my heart, there ain't no chance of survival
Can't live
for the world my own traveling kit
I keep bars in the vault that's the lyrical pit
My heart is involved so there's never exhaust
But my pipes contain
free with me?
I could be your new heart attack
Run away to a dream with me
Maybe we'll never look back
Off to lemon city, we'll go with the flow
And if
this love to last
Don't act like your heart isn't vital
Every lie we attack
Is a chance at survival
You say hit me up if you need me, I'll always be
Don't be shy to tell
You may lose the chance to tell
Don't be shy
When your hearts are lit
Drop your survival kit
Then you never have to
Run
Bring that shit back
Bring that shit back
For them niggas snap like a kit-kat
He ran off on the plug like a running back
Choppas blastin made that
headphones
The roots exploited clones; therefore
It's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit
Artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em
Just thinking of it gives shive
Give us a stroke
Heart attack and kill us
If I survive I'll know
I'll be the ill-est
The Biggest artist to exist
blastin' out your
steroes or your headphones. The roots exploited clones;
therefore, it's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap
survival
Anxiety attack I'm getting nothing back
My mother fucking mind ablaze I'm finding ways to kill the pain
Am I insane, place the blame or change my name
Brack attack the pack, click-clack
You ain`t want none of that
Reach in the back
Gold tipped strap (brat, brat)
You know that we run it like that
They
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