TELA - Survival lyrics

rate me

[People screaming in background]

Hey, hey come here, bring yo ass over here right now

Put the money in this motherfuckin', FUCK THEM!

Just put the money in the got damn bag, just do what I say

Hey, hey show me them hands, ooh shit girl

GET WHAT I SAID GOT DAMN IT!

Keep showin' em' ooh shit girl

GOT DAMN IT DID YOU HEAR ME! DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!

[Verse 1]

I do get me some grain, ridin' me a Stang

Go inside this bank, decide to get em' for them thangs

That's what had in mind, some nitro and some nines

Pipe bombs and napalm, shit you think I'm lyin'

As quickly as I flee them folks come to take it

Left my ass no choice but to go off and shake it

Shake it to the left, no no, shake it to the right

I'm gonna shake it to the left because they left my ass to die

Shit off in ya I cause that green I multiply

Allergic to that shit back in 1989

When I sold that dope or that purple traded soap

All that bullshit for a highly ass rope

They make it for that soap, that's all that she wrote

Broke kibbles to bits , brought my mom's to pokes

I'm stuffin' bags possessed, my dope I will compress

Shit I would invest in some quakers on the cut

See most of the time I got my ass in

Then most the time I took the fuckin' ass end

Of the stinkin' paddle, beat my ass like a rattle

Snake because they fake, took a piss off in my shadow

An adult lesson, I couldn't get no Wesson

I dropped down depressin' a broke nigga stressin'

[Hook x3: with various ad-libs]

Survival

Survival, in these streets

[Verse 2]

It's killin' me here, we livin' on the hill

Next to a crazy motherfucker you can't feel

That's why I keep the four-four, the mask and the boat

Tey ass fuck with me, they ass cuttin' close

Like those on the eighty, say hoes weighty

Shit for me, niggas takin' half, I don't play that

I want my cakes and eat it, the goods and delete it

This shit could be repeated but my ass just seem to meet it

Like winds through a pipe or candles to the night

Hoes to a pimp, or a Sphinx to a dyke

Call me what cha' like but I ain't headin' bike

Except for twenty days and that was twenty nights

A fuckin' December that was thick as timber

Wolves and they tryin' to hit my rims as I deliver

Shit to keep me goin' hoes they keep throwin'

Monkey tools at my shoes, keep my toes swollen

Cause I just go on fast and niggas might blast

If I had some bullshit about who's side is grass

So why you fuckin' cuttin' disrespectful askin' nothin'

Ain't got shit to do but you wanna be doin' something

[Hook: to end with various ad-libs]