survival

Lyrics

, so you say you a gangsta, right, are you really a rider, yeah, you don't take shit from no one, no, and got ya mind on ya motherfucking dough, let's go, i'll be a south side nigga till i rot, even though i got the yacht in the million dollar bot, superman armor on the '69 drop, 0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop, i blowed a buck in the corner, just to get the feel, so my head lights move when i move the steering wheel, i ain't running from nothing, it's top dollar to chill, i pop bottles for real, with pop artists that kill, i move 2 mill, my backyard is a field, i ain't tough for the tube, i'll smack you all for real, go 'head hate on me now, you'll miss a nigga later, i'm hood like bulletholes and pissy elevators, i went from playing the same block to bangkok, slick enough to get money between raindrops, and my piece so heavy i pop a chain a week, and get so much pussy i can't sleep, poppa was a rolling stone, never came back home now i'm on my own, so i had to learn a few things bout survival, like the ice pick gun or the bible, if you scared don't come 'round here, guns ammunition don't run out here, as soon you get the paper you try it, a nigga try me he won't see tomorrow, i ain't even got a licence yet and got 7 cars, yep, tv the same size as kevin garnett, a brand new buzz, mac 10 and a chopper, white fan base cause eminem is my partner, i'm a ferrari and jag copper, you a glass shopper, i blow marijuana the color of grass hopper, i ain't a regular nigga, all the promoters pay 100 more to bring ya boy to singapore, my dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em, evisu's and red monkey with the monkey on 'em, shelves'll leave a niggas food stamps blue, like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo, we don't tolerate the cock-blocking out the bricks, we got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips, watch ya mouth bitch, there's rocks popping out the wrists, and my outfits, a eyestopper for the chicks, a nigga throw his hands up at me, i send a dummy harmed, and had money wrong shoot him in his underarm, pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm, i got a chunky arm, i'm a fucking don, i burn big everyday, nothing but the bomb, i don't cuddle, as soon as i get the nut i'm gone, i'm in a class all by myself, i'll whoop ya ass all by myself, i got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum, young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones, i been patiently waiting to get on my shit again, so this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in, i wish you would try jump me, i'll wave the gat by ya, and burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter, nigga you stupid riding by tryna blast me, cause my window got the glass from a taxi,