Survival of the Fittest

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Fredo - Rap, England

Survival of the Fittest

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[Verse] Survival of the fittest Man, I'm coming from that jungle So you can say I'm riding with gorillas What I'm writing is the realest This rapping really saved me I was tired of the whippin' Balenciaga's cute, and so I buy 'em for the missus If he's got the belly, Billy's tying up your nigga And if he ain't been payin', you can find him in a river I'm grindin' in the winter This coat costs me two stacks, so I ain't gonna shiver We don't beef on internet, pussy boy, that's incorrect Watch my hand, it's dripping wet, shoot him bout a disrespect Plug scared to see in the flick of my wrist And start thinking silly things like they can tick me a brick Then I'm missing with it I got this little dip, I'm sticking with it And you can ask that little prick how I get busy with it Man I walk in Harvey Nicks and I get silly with it Still I'm tryna give my nigga Pact some prison visits 'Cause it fucks me up, just to see him living in it Up in a jacuzzi, but you gotta be a resident Four racks a month is what I'm dropping on this premises These times, the Grove yutes are squabbling with benefits Gliding, not ticking, I'm rhyming and whippin' We fried it in minutes, that's my kind of business I'm ridin' through the city, I'm with Bad Luck Billy Last nigga played around, yo, he got stabbed up silly And I'm stacked up, really, so they wonder a lot My friend's mum asked me why do I still come to the block? 'Cause my brothers are here, mummy, and I love 'em a lot I can't forget about them times that we had nothin' but rocks Good coke cooking, looks like cum in the pot And the second air touches, it should turn into rock I got a gun in a spot, tell me, who you coming to rob? And my chain means more because I done it for Dotz Like how could you depart? You was there from the start Wasn't no fear in your heart, man, I swear you're my dawg And that's dead or alive, I'm talkin' free or in prison I can't fly to the States 'cause I been in the kitchen And they got some mad J's that I need in my system And I'm rollin' all this weed up to feed the addiction Yeah, I tried to stop smoking, but the weed didn't listen Man, I heard what you done, so I'm keepin' my distance

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Credits

Writers
  • Fredo
  • Jagraj Bains