Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Had to Survive, artist - T-Shyne
Date of issue: 26.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Had to Survive |
I started on my own and I had to survive |
A couple women texting I never reply |
I knew that I would get it was never surprised |
My father used to say keep your eye on the prize |
My homie used to say keep your eye on the stove |
And now they see us getting it all over the globe |
I remember nights when we ran in them homes |
I swear we thought the police was tapping our phones |
Yeah I used to sip out the styrofoam |
Now I’m just a pimp with a thousand hoes |
Thousand of them |
Please forgive me |
I’m out in LA it get faker than some titties |
But I need a girl to love me for the real me |
She got a body like Billie, Jean |
Picture her body in the sauna, steam |
Like a virgin, my Madonna, clean |
We make a movie it’s a drama, scene |
I told myself no more sipping lean |
Lil baby told me that she missing me |
These niggas hating they can’t sit with me |
I pity the fool like I’m Mr. T |
Fuck up a cheque and I’m gone, shawty gon' strip in the thong |
I’m trying to get on, I had to right so many wrongs |
Used to live in the Bronx now I’m in the crib with the lawn |
Rocking that Ralph Lauren |
I am, I am |
I started on my own and I had to survive |
A couple women texting I never reply |
I knew that I would get it was never surprised |
My father used to say keep your eye on the prize |
My homie used to say keep your eye on the stove |
And now they see us getting it all over the globe |
I remember nights when we ran in them homes |
I swear we thought the police was tapping our phones |
Yeah I used to sip out the styrofoam |
Now I’m just a pimp with a thousand hoes |
I had to get the dough without needing the loan |
The road was always rocky, Sylvester Stallone |
Now a nigga popping I’m doing these shows |
I’m 'bout to put my niggas all in some diamonds fo sho |
Me and all my niggas just do it for fun |
I always knew that I was the chosen one |
Some niggas came to my crib with a loaded gun |
The night we made it out our lives were good |
I started on my own and I had to survive |
A couple women texting I never reply |
I knew that I would get it was never surprised |
My father used to say keep your eye on the prize |
My homie used to say keep your eye on the stove |
And now they see us getting it all over the globe |
I remember nights when we ran in them homes |
I swear we thought the police was tapping our phones |
Yeah I used to sip out the styrofoam |
Now I’m just a pimp with a thousand hoes |