Survival

[Intro:] Yeah, this is M1 aka M.A Holu (DJ EFN) You know what I mean? Crazy Hood Productions Beats in the Hood right here We surviving Dead Prez, Juvi, Trick, lets go [Chorus:] [x2] It’s called survival, only the strong can survive You got to stay alive, you decide If in doubt, cause if you doubt you die First of all is step preservation Gothless is deadly alienation Long live the team, my dedication Dead on arrival, fuck that This survival [Verse 1:] I’ve been a grown man since a young boy At sixteen I got emancipated, what I say is the truth my nigga What you said is exaggerated, here we go See them all, what’s that with, what’s at it daddy They still love us, they waiting on us Some people start to get aggravated All they want is their real shit and Imma give it to them Them pussy niggas going hate it and tell you don’t listen to them I knew that niggas like that, like week he was flipping burgers Would you believe that same lil nigga right there wanna pull back twenty murders I’m cutting up and this bitch, my swagger on baking soda My clip is big, my strap is thick cause I hate reloading I said am strap, and am strap now while I spit this verse Killing all my beat and these bitch ass niggas don’t kill me first [Chorus] [x2] [Verse 2:] Been in the storm but made it out Stayed about it and never faded out By the skin of my teeth in the belly of the beast Niggas dying in the street just trying to get free Survival is the minimum If you gonna play the game lets win it then If you in the club, throw in them Benjies man Make it rain on the schools that I children at See what we need is a revolution, am gonna give it to them The empire is on fire, it’s bare room You think you been through it, we just getting into it You been this far, park up into a lighter fluid Tic tic tic, poof, that’s what the truth did We destroy, we tear it down and bless the ground And then we build, sharpen our skills and start a hell We can’t promise, ain’t no telling where we going go It’s a movie homie, lights, camera, action, start the show I’m riding clean, my pistol clean, my diet clean My pedigree revolutionary with a gangster lean I keep it trill, it’s fairly first over everything Survival skills, this is a deadly game I am strapped up, I ain’t worry man It’s real talk if you know the language, get motivated Born and raised, been cultivated Everyday survival is an ultimatum It’s overrated being broke and the struggle We suppose to hate it We’re underdogs at the bottom of the bottom We suppose to make it but we so tenacious Endangered species, what bitch we still in this Survival mode, just write a code, tril business They are so grand and they might drowning, modern day linchers Gotta save yourself cause our survival is lighter than inches [Chorus] [x2] [Verse 3] I rather be riding round my dunk, heavy strap down my trunk Then you be shot dead in the middle of the street,by one of you young chunks Rather be doing time in jail, than serving life in hell See you niggas ain’t my pills, from keffer kicking my drills See am delegating and you sleep Nigga sleep late and I won’t eat But if i don't eat, I’ll lose weight and I’ll be playing with my faith I swear my right hand to god, ain’t praying for no problems But if I don’t get what I came to get, am coming back again against the wall See I ain’t taking no losses, and I ain’t sharing no hickes And I ain’t studying you bitches, but I ain’t sparing you niggas And I ain’t leaving no witness, no ain’t leaving no witness I got machine guns and assault rifles and I came to handle my business [Chorus] [x2]