D-Block - Survivor lyrics

rate me

{I told myself fuhgeddaboutit}

{Mario, take it easy!}

[Styles P]

Yo, my nigga Poobs on the track

I'm S.P. the Ghost

We'd like to welcome you, motherfucker

To this thing of ours

Our life is complex nigga

We the best in the worst position

(Yeah, figure that out, hahaha)

Get at me nigga

Yo; I'm from a place where your man'll shoot ya

Jails ganged out, but some niggaz is neutral

Coke price rise, watch shit get crucial

Niggaz think they Bishop and I don't mean Tutu

Cause even when it's sunny it's cloudy

They ain't gettin money so they bummy and rowdy

Wanna kill you, you come through in your Audi

Shit is like this from Yonkers to Mount V

Some niggaz'll count ki's, get knocked rat and bounce free

What part of the game is a game without G's

Drive through New York with a few blunts

Tryin to get paid, they put a new car out every two months

You can get popped if you want

Come through the venue, you on the menu cause we on a food hunt

Still lettin off my two pumps

Dump reload, dump reload, fuck is it you want?

[Chorus: Tre Williams]

If you see what I see, or if you be where I'm from

Then you know how hard it is, just to survive out here (it's so hard)

If you see what I see, or if you be where I'm from

Then you know how hard it is, just to survive out here

[Styles P]

Where I'm from ain't no fuckin pretending

Frontin like you rich, gettin hit for the pendant

Clip look small then you better extend it

I said you got money, now you gotta defend it

Niggaz sell drugs cause the fiends is dependant

Sittin on the blocks 'til the cops come and end it

Jungle is concrete and wild but I bow to Allah beat

Some don't get to they car keys

Hit from the P-2000 from them niggaz in Mark 3's

All I do is spark trees, bag and cart ki's

Press on the uzi, bullets longer than sharpeis

And I'm tryin to hit you where your head and your heart be

What?

[Chorus] w/ ad libs

[Styles P]

I ain't got time to daydream (hell nah)

Reppin my home, hold to the chrome, you the away team

Catch me pullin off in the Celine

Chick from Beijing, think about my niggaz that's caged in

Light blunts everywhere, any occasion

Stash coke money in my checkings and savings

Five blunts, two drinks just for the cravings

I don't even duck when the weapons is waving

I don't give a fuck, I've accepted my way's end

Styles didn't do it, I just gave it to David

He don't give a fuck, he'll cock it and blaze it

You just came home you get touched with the razors

Bitch it was all so simple

Somethin real big pointed at yo' temple

Coke and the cash, give up that info (where's it at)

Be a smart man so, you can make it to yo' kinfolk

[Chorus] - 2X w/ ad libs

{Forget about it Mario}