| This is survival of the fittest | 
| This is do or die | 
| This is the winner takes it all | 
| So take it all | 
| Wasn’t ready to be no millionaire, I was ill-prepared | 
| I was prepared to be ill though, the skill was there | 
| From the beginning, it wasn’t 'bout the ends | 
| It was 'bout busting raps and standing for something, fucking acronym | 
| Cut the fucking act like you’re happy, I’m fucking back again | 
| With another anthem, why stop when it doesn’t have to end? | 
| It ain’t over 'til I say it’s over — enough when I say enough | 
| Throw me to them wolves and close the gate up | 
| I’m afraid of what’ll happen to them wolves | 
| When the thought of being thrown into an alligator pit, I salivate at it | 
| Wait is up, hands up like it’s 12 noon, nah, homie | 
| Hold them bitches straighter up, wave 'em 'til you dislocate a rotator cuff | 
| Came up rough, came to ruffle feathers, nah, egos | 
| I ain’t deflate enough, last chance to make this whole stadium erupt 'cause | 
| This is survival of the fittest | 
| This is do or die | 
| This is the winner takes it all | 
| So take it all | 
| I can see the finish line with each line that I finish | 
| I’m so close to my goals I can almost pole vault over the goal post | 
| And if I don’t got enough in the tank, maybe I can just siphon enough | 
| To fill up this last can, man will I survive in this climate or what? | 
| They said I was washed up, and got a blood bath | 
| I’m not a rapper, I’m an adapter, I can adjust | 
| Plus I can just walk up to a mic and just bust | 
| So floor’s open if you’d like to discuss | 
| Top 5 in this motherfucker and if I don’t make the cut | 
| What, like I give a fuck, I will light this bitch up like I’m driving a truck | 
| To the side of a pump, 0 to 60 hop in and gun it | 
| Like G-Unit without the hyphen, I’m hyping 'em up | 
| And if there should ever come a time where my life’s in a rut | 
| And I look like I might just give up, eh might’ve mistook | 
| Me for bowing out I ain’t taking a bow, I’m stabbing myself | 
| With a fucking knife in the gut, while I’m wiping my butt! | 
| 'Cause I just shitted on the mic, and I like getting cut | 
| I get excited at the sight of my blood, you’re in a fight with a nut | 
| 'Cause I’mma fight 'til I die or win | 
| Biting the dust it’ll just make me angrier, wait | 
| Let me remind you of what got me this far, picture me quitting | 
| Now draw a circle around it and put a line through it, slut | 
| It’s survival of what? | 
| This is survival of the fittest | 
| This is do or die | 
| This is the winner takes it all | 
| So take it all | 
| So get your ideas, stack your ammo | 
| But don’t come unless you come to battle, | 
| Now mount up, jump in the saddle | 
| This is it, it’s what you eat, sleep, piss and shit | 
| Live, breathe, your whole existence just consists of this | 
| Refuse to quit, fuse is lit, can’t diffuse the wick | 
| I don’t do this music shit, I lose my shit | 
| Ain’t got shit to lose, it’s the moment of truth | 
| It’s all I know how to do, as soon as I get thrown in the booth, I spit | 
| But my respect is overdue, I’m showing you the flow no one do | 
| 'Cause I don’t own no diploma for school, I quit! | 
| So there’s nothing for me to fall back on, I know no other trade | 
| So you better trade your fucking mics in for some tool-box-es | 
| 'Cause you’ll never take my pride from me | 
| It’ll have to be pried from me, so pull out your pliers and your screwdrivers! | 
| But I want you to doubt me, I don’t want you to believe | 
| 'Cause this is something that I must use to succeed | 
| And if you don’t like me then fuck you! | 
| Self esteem must be fucking shooting through-the-roof 'cause trust me | 
| My skin is too thick and bullet proof to touch me | 
| I can see why the fuck I disgust you | 
| I must be allergic to failure 'cause every time I come close to it | 
| I just sneeze, but I just go achoo then achieve! | 
| This is survival of the fittest | 
| This is do or die | 
| This is the winner takes it all | 
| So take it all |