Survival

Lyrics

[Intro: Left Lane Didon] Shit Yeah [Verse 1: Left Lane Didon] Peep It's easy to get caught up in the breeze, it seems Since you can't see the forest from the trees, I mean Don't get caught up in the hype, but the light I'm in We lost Foozie to a pipe dream Brave I might be, slightly off-balance, I'm callous to say the least I'm 'bout it, I'm 'bout it, I favor P When I play coach pitch, I dreamt of Major League But goals shift-swift, I switched, I play the street Hustlers don't sleep, no interest in cards Down to my last three, and I'm itchin' to cop If you knew the past me, in the beginnin' I jotted lines about my lifetime and how I'm missin' my pop, but yo Now it's up to me, infrastructure is key I point the imp at your truck, and you flee, please let it be Understand we was guided by greed Then misguided our lil' brothers to aspire to be But now we breakin' cycles Ain't no way in hell you ain't finna know what I know This for survival Real Mill, yeah [Interlude] Young Noble, Outlaw Listen [Verse 2: Young Noble] It's easy to get caught up in the hype, and the smokin' mirrors With no knowledge itself, you just tryna fit in With the trends, and the in-crowd But I'm a Outlaw, ain't no blendin' in, I'm here to stand out I'm simply bein' me, no cap, or extras Crew of legends, and all my music got a message The struggle is a blessin' when you learn from it You find your passion, or your callin', don't turn from it Add fuel to the fire, you could burn from it You got a skill that you love, try to earn from it Entrepreneur, support black businesses King shit, try to stay positive through this wickedness The world is a dark place, we bring light You look at me through your third eye, and recognize Gods face I was just a ghetto boy, like Scarface Now a king with a crown, thanks to Gods grace I spit it with a purpose so it hit different You got sinners judgin' sinners, 'cause they sin different That's one thing I despise as a hypocrite Payin' these haters no mind, and take discipline Yeah, stay focused young king [Verse 3: Tha God Fahim] It's a fine line between good and evil, it's the intentions I got predictions, my product could end up flippin' Multiply my monkey-cat You probably'll end up trippin', 'cause you ain't think I could do it Proved you wrong with my ambitions I'm thinkin' about the future, starin' at the mornin' sun They prayin' on my downfall, while I'm loadin' up my guns Solid industries 'cause I made it from the slums How I rise above the evil through the poetry and tongue Had to bring the Dump Gawd back, weapons'll tase Got a lotta hearth, a lotta heat, my funds top rate Ain't no way they got me beat, they recognizin' my great They gon' keep me repeat, you patternizing the snake They start to showin' they traits, I get to movin' away I been allergic to fake, uh Make happiness a habit, I'm actually with karats With so much ice, me and my diamonds got a marriage You can't compare it, I made this art just to share it They want it now, gotta next day air it All I do is drop gems, I'm similar to Jared Ain't tryna leave my peace without nothin' to inherit [Outro] Uh, yeah