Lyrics:
Bitch I look like money
I been counting up these hundreds
I'm a big old soul survivor
I had came up at that dungeon
I was punching on my opps
At 12
you is a hoe
You made me hate school made me not wanna go
You twisted my words so try twistin' my flow
I hope you end up like Edgar Allen Poe
Fuck you
do what I like
Yeah yeah
Sixteen years old, I'm fresh outa school
Tryin' to figure out what I want to do
I couldn't find no work and I couldn't
and them, I'm ready to go home
I'm fifteen years old, out here on my own
Mama let me back in, mama real strict
After school, straight home, no phone, no shit
me granny old shoes go a school but nobody knows nobody knows but Ku deh now me room full a shoes
Chorus: Thank god I'm a fighter whooie born survivor
FOOLS HIMSELF.
THIS DOG cIN'T NO PUP.
TOOK c WcLK IN THE OLD NEIGHBORHOOD. THINKIN' ‘BOUT YOUNGER DcYS
I RcN INTO KcTIE O'BRIEN FROM OUR HIGH SCHOOL
of straw and
patient animals standing around. The mother nods by the side
of the child. Suddenly she wakes from her lightish doze, sees
them, shrieks
after
You get a home take care of your home
You can go back and ugh!
I'm getting courted by the bosses
The Edgars And Doug Morris-es-es
Jimmy I's
with me, I can guarantee you'll be makin' the news
P flows like no nigga, twenty-six but I'm a old nigga
Don't make me fuck around and show niggas
How
an IV
Still doing my thing cruising in a old school Chevy's where you gonna find me
Still racking my brain with the minutes passing by while I'm looking
your roof drop
House shoes, blue top, money like I move rocks
Dissin' will get you socked, and yo' bitch move wop
Whole crew popped, by this old
of the force
Black biscuit by park side in a Porsche
You're off sides in the fort
We are survivors of the war of good and evil
I'm in the hood, in the hood
friends down
Until ya family up"
If I bring the fish by they cookin'
It's a fish fry
My friends make the fish fly but
They ain't playin' Candy Crush
I don't
everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you
forgotten by us it's all God
This is that good feel music, that old school music
That what you know about that OG music
Depression hittin' hard but you still
friend
My curse was really good, I'm really hood
They talk the talk, I walk the walk
If only you lot could see these books
Ghetto's old school like
people smiling like everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you
or desired
But most of those wishes had to do with being a survivor
As I am about to embark a change - quote - unquote
That makes no sense
I sit still
E nie wiesz co jest? Chcesz mała klapsa
W akcji erotic master lalowe salsa old school Alcatraz
La Isla Bonita przyklejona do rurki jak szczyl do
Blood in, blood out, blood transfused
Man who haven't I ran to?
That thought'll hit me and remind me of survivor's guilt
Reminding me
sayin'?
Yo, go 'head (rip that shit)
I rap for listeners, blunt heads, fly ladies and prisoners
Hennessy-holders and old-school niggas, then I be
everything cool
But I know people that died in that pool
I know people that died in them schools
Now what is the survivor to do?
Got to no trailer, you gotta
properly
Geography was invented by Eratosthenes
My wariness of hubris derived from Sophocles
One mid summer night I dreamt of a time
In a quiet Hamlet where
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