Soul Survivor Flow

(*talking*) Outlaw nigga, that's what this is nigga The truth is in the booth, on this one here Killa, this for all my niggas on the grind mayn All them niggas in the trap, to damn near 6 in the morning Getting that bread this for you nigga, hey run it [Hook] And if you looking for me, I'll be on the block With them rocks, trying to move em all till I sell out Because I'm a outlaw, because I'm a outlaw Cooking chickens in the kitchen, pyrexes in the scale Doing what I gotta do, just so I can make mail Because I'm a outlaw, because I'm a outlaw [Kyleon] At night I can't sleep, I'm making my mail Pyrex in the microwave, I'm weighing a scale Watching my back for them haters, hoping they don't tell The FED's to kick in my do', so they can take me to jail And even though them streets hot, Killa still on the grind Rain snow or sunshine man, I'm still on the grind Taking Penitentiary chances, to feed my daughter Can't stop the block rolling, and they need them orders [Hook] [PJ] 6 in the morning, still on the block pumping Daughter need shoes, nigga gotta do something Eyes bloodshot, I ain't slept in three days Laying in the bushes, boys got three K's Came up rough, got my game from the block Got niggas dead, got niggas on lock Doing what I gotta, cause a nigga gotta get it Game to be sold, listen to a nigga spit it what [Hook] [Chris Ward] I'm in my granny's house in Washington, trying to cook in the kitchen I'm upstairs in the bathroom with a microwave, cooking a pigeon A few hours later, I'm on the street looking and pitching Someone was paid to come see me, so I took they admission Ay I'm optimistic, so I look with ambition Got a focused eye sight, so I look with precision I look with a vision, you niggas can't see what I see And every hood is my hood, but you can't be where I be Nigga, C. Wigga got the block on lock And the army green H.D., and the Glock on cock Cause these haters'll try to play ya, on the strip So it gotta be known, you won't hesitate to spray a clip So here's a tip, don't forget that I'm one of the one's That'll let my youngn's run through ya, like a box a honey buns And um all I hang around, is bosses and dons And I don't mind the grind, all take a million in all ones [Hook]