Lyrics Survival - Outlawz, Tha God Fahim, Jay Nice

Survival

Shit
Yeah
Peep
It’s easy to get caught up in the breeze, it seems
Since you can’t see the forest from the trees, I mean
Don’t get caught up in the hype, but the light I’m in
We lost Foozie to a pipe dream
Brave I might be, slightly off-balance, I’m callous to say the least
I’m 'bout it, I’m 'bout it, I favor P
When I play coach pitch, I dreamt of Major League
But goals shift-swift, I switched, I play the street
Hustlers don’t sleep, no interest in cards
Down to my last three, and I’m itchin' to cop
If you knew the past me, in the beginnin'
I jotted lines about my lifetime and how I’m missin' my pop, but yo
Now it’s up to me, infrastructure is key
I point the at your truck, and you flee, please let it be
Understand we was guided by greed
Then misguided our lil' brothers to aspire to be
But now we breakin' cycles
Ain’t no way in hell you ain’t finna know what I know
This for survival
Real male, yeah
Young Noble, Outlaw
Listen
It’s easy to get caught up in the hype, and the smokin' mirrors
With no knowledge itself, you just tryna fit in
With the trends, and the in-crowd
But I’m a Outlaw, ain’t no blendin' in, I’m here to stand out
I’m simply bein' me, no cap, or extras
Crew of legends, and all my music got a message
The struggle is a blessin' when you learn from it
You find your passion, or your callin', don’t turn from it
Add fuel to the fire, you could burn from it
You got a skill that you love, try to earn from it
Entrepreneur, support black businesses
King shit, try to stay positive through this wickedness
The world is a dark place, we bring light
You look at me through your third eye, and recognize Gods face
I was just a ghetto boy, like Scarface
Now a king with a crown, thanks to Gods grace
I spit it with a purpose so it hit different
You got sinners judgin' sinners, 'cause they sin different
That’s one thing I despise as a hypocrite
Payin' these haters no mind, and take discipline
Yeah, stay focused young king
It’s a fine line between good and evil, it’s the intentions
I got predictions, my product could end up flippin'
Multiply my monkey-cat
You probably’ll end up trippin', 'cause you ain’t think I could do it
Proved you wrong with my ambitions
I’m thinkin' about the future, starin' at the mornin' sun
They prayin' on my downfall, while I’m loadin' up my guns
Solid industries 'cause I made it from the slums
How I rise above the evil through the poetry and tongue
Had to bring the Dump Gawd back, weapons’ll tase
Got a lotta hearth, a lotta heat, my funds top rate
Ain’t no way they got me beat, they recognizin' my great
They gon' keep me repeat, you patternizing the snake
They start to showin' they traits, I get to movin' away
I been allergic to fake, uh
Make happiness a habit, I’m actually with karats
With so much ice, me and my diamonds got a marriage
You can’t compare it, I made this art just to share it
They want it now, gotta next day air it
All I do is drop gems, I’m similar to Jared
Ain’t tryna leave my peace without nothin' to inherit
Uh, yeah