Most would agree. Yeah. Yo.
you done brushed them off.
But yeah, what's all this shape
like a smoke, this cough?
I don't think they understand
Them drum beats up against that wall,
we're America's nightmare
Young black, give a fuck,
Come up by myself, dozing off,
Deep in the sleep, my hand on the pistol
I put that ass on the griddle
But once my physical took his own
was a genie stuck in that brown bottle
But boom, check it, how I got,
Watch the cash flow overlap, congrats
Never rest on my success,
Know you haters got me coppin' that vest,
Yeah, ain't no survival if you're hammered,
Hands in the air if the street
Got the big things tucked in the jeans,
Ain't no survival if you're hammered,
Hands in the air if the street
Got the big things tucked in the jeans,
Don't get yourself caught out
You get your clothes wet,
go against the infamous team
Get drenched with that dark red stuff
When it run down your face,
Now get up outta my face,
You see us ballin' through
with Porsches and Beamers
And that's cause we chase money
Repeat it, non -stop fire, we eat this
Ayo, don't call my cell a crib at all
Sometime I wake up sweatin',
But then I open my eyes and
Ain't no survival if your
You a docho or a general,
Hands in the air if the street
Got the big things tucked in the jeans,
Ain't no survival if you're
You a dojo or a general nigga
Hands in the air if the street
Got the big things tucked in the jeans,