Survivor - Murs

Close the door and give us a moment

I’d like to scrub the floor with all of my opponents

Tell it how it is take it how you want it

Sound a little different in that radio rap don’t it?

'Cause this is what it sound like

When real motherfuckers get around mics

21 Savage with the rhyme

You started out on YouTube, dabbin' for the vine

Slow-mo dancin' on that pop shit

Like Coco better beware of that drop kick

That Vocal will make the air wave toxic

Spittin' so local man these suckers can’t stop it

Since before local, then I hop in the cock pit

In Kamizaze, that’s how you suppose to hit the block bitch

Modern day, ghetto profit

How could I not be?

I was raised on that Pac shit

Like a Go-pro, yeah homie watch this

Used to be local now I’m dancin' on top bitch

20 years deep, hoe grab your galoshes

Since Project Blowed I’ve been so obnoxious

We were screamin' on them whack niggas

Can’t you see I’m excresing demons, get back nigga

I ain’t been right in a long time

Shout out to Mitchy Slick and the Wrongkind

From Dago to the Bay niggas know me

Used to be Greyhound bound now I’m OG

One call will get a rap nigga lit up

Call to golden state y’all need to fuck with us

Killas, hustlers, pimps, weirdos

Call 'em criminals but those is my heroes

When Eazy-E signed Will.i.Am

You want a picture of that moment?

Nigga, here I am

When Cypress Hill made Killa Man

I had just started writin' in, I was still a fan

Made my first my song at Mike Caren house

Back when my mama used to worry 'bout my whereabouts

Catch a grown nigga in a cypher I would air 'em out

Curfews and college what I did not care about

I was off on my own

Captain of my own ship tryin' be grown

For a Captain to save a hoe and it was on

Before he had the formula I started making songs

Going on 2 minutes and I’m still flowing

This nigga, oh gosh, got the horns blowing

And it sounds so triumpant

I came up in the 90's I ain’t never for that punk shit

Four 15's in the trunk shit

Get the function jumpin', bumpin' enough for the funk bitch

Or should I say «bitch»?

'Cause Todd Shaw taught us all how to get rich

And Snoop Dogg is a real Crip

The truest Piru I met was my nigga Quick

Who me?

I’m only Nick

But I’m 'bout to rap my ass off on this shit

I’m from West L. A, Mid City y’all

But the culture came from New York City, dawg

Made me a superhero in so many ways

Now I’m flying all around the world and I’m gettin' paid

And any day know this shit could end

All you got is your faith, and your family, and your friends

Let us begin

Peace