Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Survivor , by - Murs. Release date: 30.01.2017
Song language: English
Survivor |
| Close the door and give us a moment |
| I’d like to scrub the floor with all of my opponents |
| Tell it how it is take it how you want it |
| Sound a little different in that radio rap don’t it? |
| 'Cause this is what it sound like |
| When real motherfuckers get around mics |
| 21 Savage with the rhyme |
| You started out on YouTube, dabbin' for the vine |
| Slow-mo dancin' on that pop shit |
| Like Coco better beware of that drop kick |
| That Vocal will make the air wave toxic |
| Spittin' so local man these suckers can’t stop it |
| Since before local, then I hop in the cock pit |
| In Kamizaze, that’s how you suppose to hit the block bitch |
| Modern day, ghetto profit |
| How could I not be? |
| I was raised on that Pac shit |
| Like a Go-pro, yeah homie watch this |
| Used to be local now I’m dancin' on top bitch |
| 20 years deep, hoe grab your galoshes |
| Since Project Blowed I’ve been so obnoxious |
| We were screamin' on them whack niggas |
| Can’t you see I’m excresing demons, get back nigga |
| I ain’t been right in a long time |
| Shout out to Mitchy Slick and the Wrongkind |
| From Dago to the Bay niggas know me |
| Used to be Greyhound bound now I’m OG |
| One call will get a rap nigga lit up |
| Call to golden state y’all need to fuck with us |
| Killas, hustlers, pimps, weirdos |
| Call 'em criminals but those is my heroes |
| When Eazy-E signed Will.i.Am |
| You want a picture of that moment? |
| Nigga, here I am |
| When Cypress Hill made Killa Man |
| I had just started writin' in, I was still a fan |
| Made my first my song at Mike Caren house |
| Back when my mama used to worry 'bout my whereabouts |
| Catch a grown nigga in a cypher I would air 'em out |
| Curfews and college what I did not care about |
| I was off on my own |
| Captain of my own ship tryin' be grown |
| For a Captain to save a hoe and it was on |
| Before he had the formula I started making songs |
| Going on 2 minutes and I’m still flowing |
| This nigga, oh gosh, got the horns blowing |
| And it sounds so triumpant |
| I came up in the 90's I ain’t never for that punk shit |
| Four 15's in the trunk shit |
| Get the function jumpin', bumpin' enough for the funk bitch |
| Or should I say «bitch»? |
| 'Cause Todd Shaw taught us all how to get rich |
| And Snoop Dogg is a real Crip |
| The truest Piru I met was my nigga Quick |
| Who me? |
| I’m only Nick |
| But I’m 'bout to rap my ass off on this shit |
| I’m from West L. A, Mid City y’all |
| But the culture came from New York City, dawg |
| Made me a superhero in so many ways |
| Now I’m flying all around the world and I’m gettin' paid |
| And any day know this shit could end |
| All you got is your faith, and your family, and your friends |
| Let us begin |
| Peace |