Survive lyrics
by Blac Youngsta
[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
Shout out to my mama, she the one that fed me
I don't f*ck with my pappy 'cause that n*gga deadbeat
I don't respect my OGs 'cause them n*ggas misled me
Police pulled me over, damn man them b*tches scared me
In the hood you gotta survive-vive-vive
And you better not come outside without your five-five-five
Let me find out you playin' both sides-sides-sides
I might pull up on your block and let it ride-ride-ride
[Verse 1: Eldorado Red]
I might pull up on your block with a stick
Pull up in a hotbox, Crown Vic
Jump up out that b*tch shootin' five five five
n*gga told on me, you gon' die die die
I was in that pen stabbin' n*ggas to survive
Can't call my mammy, lil n*gga I can't cry
I ain't goin' out bad, lil n*gga I had to ride
Get this sh*t brackin', it's gon' be a homicide
Young n*gga 'round me, they gon' kill on sight
Shout out to my mama 'cause she always fed me
My daddy smokin' hard, he a f*ckin' deadbeat
Took that sh*t to trial, man them crackers scared me
Every week, can't sleep
[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
Shout out to my mama, she the one that fed me
I don't f*ck with my pappy 'cause that n*gga deadbeat
I don't respect my OGs 'cause them n*ggas misled me
Police pulled me over, damn man them b*tches scared me
In the hood you gotta survive-vive-vive
And you better not come outside without your five-five-five
Let me find out you playin' both sides-sides-sides
I might pull up on your block and let it ride-ride-ride
[Verse 2: Eldorado Red]
n*ggas I was loyal to done turned b*tch on me
n*ggas I done straved with done got rich on me
Shout out to the mob 'cause they never snitched on me
f*ck the rap game, shawty all these n*ggas lame
Bustin' in the crowd if you reach for my chain
Word on the street it's a bag on my head
Get your money back, f*ck n*gga I ain't dead
I move like a don n*gga, Chapo is a vet
Say you lookin' for me, pus*y pull up on the set
In the streets all my life, pus*y get your ass wet
BG on Youngin got a thirty on that TEC
Won't die 'bout no b*tch but I'ma die 'bout respect, no flex n*gga
[Chorus: Blac Youngsta]
Shout out to my mama, she the one that fed me
I don't f*ck with my pappy 'cause that n*gga deadbeat
I don't respect my OGs 'cause them n*ggas misled me
Police pulled me over, damn man them b*tches scared me
In the hood you gotta survive-vive-vive
And you better not come outside without your five-five-five
Let me find out you playin' both sides-sides-sides
I might pull up on your block and let it ride-ride-ride