Survive - La the Darkman

Word life, Tyreef, know what I’m saying?\nI’m tired of all this east coast, west coast, down south, shit\nYou know what I’m saying, word up, it’s already hard enough to survive\nDoing what I’m doing, knowhatimsaying, word up\nAnd all ya’ll cats is popping off the mouth, you know\nThat’s all, that’s all\nI grew up quick, now I know life’s a bitch\nThen you die, niggas with guns, multiply\nHot lead, touching your skin, definetly gonna fry\nLike a knife, kid, slicing a pie\nMy man Bogo caught a two-five, shell to his eye\nSon said he saw his life fly, in the sky\nQuestioned why, motherfuckas wanna act deranged\nDo a nickel, come home, ain’t a damn thing changed\nAches and pains, seem to corrupt my brain\nI can die today, the whole world is insane\nBut fuck that, I’m try’nna live phat, die like a mobster\nBricks in the safe, filled a plate, fish and lobster\nBut now, I do the best I know how\nCuz my life as a man is from my life as a child\nI survived… word…\nCuz it’s so hard nowadays, just say it now…\nEverybody’s trying their best to survive\nI’m grinding self, since I made it through this drug game\nSeen my brother in a casket, now my memory’s stained\nI remember, we had a hot plate to cook\nNo stove and no food, how the fuck that look?\nPops was shook, nowhere to be found on this peninsula\nShit was getting realer, starting smoking six mill' up\nGlorification, rolling up L’s is automatic\nGrowing up around thugs, smoking cess became a habit\nA bad one, a bad seed, put here to bleed\nIn a world of temptation, lust, envy and greed\nFor the root of all the cops, civil wars, the sequel\nI’m keep this real, and send a message to my people\nYou know, it’s about respect and revenge\nLet’s meet all seeds, and stand up and be men\nGet knowledge, and education, so you slip incarceration\nAnd all this mental frustration\nBehind black bars, is the place for no man\nBig up to Big E., locked down, doing ten\nSurvive, baby…