Survival - DJ EFN, Juvenile, Trick Daddy

You know what I mean?

Crazy Hood Productions

Beats in the Hood right here

We surviving

Dead Prez, Juvi, Trick, lets go

It’s called survival, only the strong can survive

You got to stay alive, you decide

If in doubt, cause if you doubt you die

First of all is step preservation

Gothless is deadly alienation

Long live the team, my dedication

Dead on arrival, fuck that

This survival

I’ve been a grown man since a young boy

At sixteen I got emancipated, what I say is the truth my nigga

What you said is exaggerated, here we go

See them all, what’s that with, what’s at it daddy

They still love us, they waiting on us

Some people start to get aggravated

All they want is their real shit and Imma give it to them

Them pussy niggas going hate it and tell you don’t listen to them

I knew that niggas like that, like week he was flipping burgers

Would you believe that same lil nigga right there wanna pull back twenty murders

I’m cutting up and this bitch, my swagger on baking soda

My clip is big, my strap is thick cause I hate reloading

I said am strap, and am strap now while I spit this verse

Killing all my beat and these bitch ass niggas don’t kill me first

Been in the storm but made it out

Stayed about it and never faded out

By the skin of my teeth in the belly of the beast

Niggas dying in the street just trying to get free

Survival is the minimum

If you gonna play the game lets win it then

If you in the club, throw in them Benjies man

Make it rain on the schools that I children at

See what we need is a revolution, am gonna give it to them

The empire is on fire, it’s bare room

You think you been through it, we just getting into it

You been this far, park up into a lighter fluid

Tic tic tic, poof, that’s what the truth did

We destroy, we tear it down and bless the ground

And then we build, sharpen our skills and start a hell

We can’t promise, ain’t no telling where we going go

It’s a movie homie, lights, camera, action, start the show

I’m riding clean, my pistol clean, my diet clean

My pedigree revolutionary with a gangster lean

I keep it trill, it’s fairly first over everything

Survival skills, this is a deadly game

I am strapped up, I ain’t worry man

It’s real talk if you know the language, get motivated

Born and raised, been cultivated

Everyday survival is an ultimatum

It’s overrated being broke and the struggle

We suppose to hate it

We’re underdogs at the bottom of the bottom

We suppose to make it but we so tenacious

Endangered species, what bitch we still in this

Survival mode, just write a code, tril business

They are so grand and they might drowning, modern day linchers

Gotta save yourself cause our survival is lighter than inches

I rather be riding round my dunk, heavy strap down my trunk

Then you be shot dead in the middle of the street, by one of you young chunks

Rather be doing time in jail, than serving life in hell

See you niggas ain’t my pills, from keffer kicking my drills

See am delegating and you sleep

Nigga sleep late and I won’t eat

But if i don’t eat, I’ll lose weight and I’ll be playing with my faith

I swear my right hand to god, ain’t praying for no problems

But if I don’t get what I came to get, am coming back again against the wall

See I ain’t taking no losses, and I ain’t sharing no hickes

And I ain’t studying you bitches, but I ain’t sparing you niggas

And I ain’t leaving no witness, no ain’t leaving no witness

I got machine guns and assault rifles and I came to handle my business