Survival

So you say you a gangsta' riiight

Are you really a rider' yeeaa

You dont take **** from no one' nooo

And got ya mind on ya mutha****in dough' lets go

I'll be a South Side ***** till i rot

Even tho i got the yacht in the million dollar bot

Superman armor on the '69 drop

0ut of every 70 rappers 69 flop

I BLEW A BUCK & A QUARTER' just to get the feel

SO my head lights move when i move the steering wheel

I aint GUNNIN FOR nothing' its top dollar to chill

I pop bottles for real' with pop artists appeal

I move 2 mill' my backyard is a field

I aint tough for the tube' I'll smack yall for real

Go 'head hate on me now' you'll miss a ***** later

Im hood like BULLETHOLES and pissy elevators

I went from playin the same block to Bangkok

So i can get money between raindrops

And my piece so heavy i pop a chain a week

And get so much ***** i cant sleep

Poppa was a rolling stone' never came back home now Im on my own

So i had to learn a few things bout survival' Like the ice pick' GUN' OR THE BOTTLE

If you scared dont come 'round here' guns ammunition dont run out here

As soon you get the paper you try it' a ***** try me he wont see tomorrow

I aint even got a liscence yet and got 7 cars' yep

TV the same size as Kevin Garnett

A brand new buzz' Mac 10 and a choppa

White fan base cuz Eminem is my partner

Im a Ferrari and Jag copper' you a glass shopper

I blow ********* the color of grass hopper

I aint a regular *****

All the promoters pay 100 OR more to bring ya boy to Singapore

My dress code got the best hoes jumpin on em

Evisu's and Red Monkey's with the monkey on em

Shelves'll leave a ****** food stamps blue

Like a full tube of acid in ya shampoo

We dont tolerate the cock-blockin out the bricks

We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips

Watch ya mouth *****' there's rocks poppin out the wrists

And my outfits' a eyestopper for the chicks

Poppa was a rolling stone' never came back home now Im on my own

So i had to learn a few things bout survival' Like the ice pick' GUN' OR THE BOTTLE

If you scared dont come 'round here' guns ammunition dont run out here

As soon you get the paper you try it' a ***** try me he wont see tomorrow

A ***** 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' Im a ****ing Don

I burn big everyday' nothing but the BOMB

I dont cuddle' as soon as i get the nut im gone

Im 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 **** again

So this is for the corner they cornered a ***** in

I wish you would try jump me' I'll wave the gat by ya

And burn ya eyelashes off like a crack lighter

***** you stupid ridin by tryna blast me

Cuz my WINDOWS got the glass from a taxi

Poppa was a rolling stone' never came back home now Im on my own

So i had to learn a few things bout survival' Like the ice pick' GUN' OR THE BOTTLE

If you scared dont come 'round here' guns ammunition dont run out here

As soon you get the paper you try it' a ***** try me he wont see tomorrow