Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Survivor, artist - Murs.
Date of issue: 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 |