Jordeaux - Survive lyrics

Who woulda thought that my Rhyming could try to pry open minds And they try to marginalize you and say you couldn't comply But truthfully I'm a mess with a message meant to confide of the truth So you could try hard to shoot my bullet proof vest I scrap up all of my pennies Catapult all my feelings And run away while I'm wasted but never wastin' I'm waitin' for better days I can see it now Said I would choke and be broken but look who's breathin' now Look But always know I don't need it so hold your feedback Yo career's looking weaker than Kobe's kneecaps That'll make you get benched the entire season No matter how hard you playin' No disrespect to the greatest Just give respect to my grave When you read the text and it says That "this dreamer had fiercely conquered his fears and finally made it" I'm, merely a product of what they hated on But every time i make a song rappers kneel and pray to God HOOK (x2): Like I came, I saw and conquered Now lets be honest So what is life? Everybody tryin' to survive? I came, I saw and conquered Now lets be honest God damn it I ain't tryna be greedy But I'ma get what I wanted by any means Now let me preach They say that money don't change sh** With a stack to the throat Tryna front and always laugh at the broke And people puttin' down checks like they pa**in' a vote Not even thinkin bout the things that really matter the most Like I'ma ball hard Take shots, never ridin' in coach I'm on guard like every side of the coast But the truth is somethin' they don't wanna hear to be honest That the world is in control under material objects That's real sh**, sh** they wanna deny People talkin' bout they runnin' but They don't wanna fly like Uncle Sam never had a gold chain Man, this newer generation won't change and Mama told me “Even if you got money then you better act piss poor" Cuz why you even gotta brag about sh** for? Stuntin' on the Gram, Couple hundred grand Now you dealin' with the hottest mothaf**a you the man Mothaf**a you played out, I gotta great sound Used to take Greyhound to get to Aunt J's house Prayin' for my cousin tryna battle a disease And he's still happy even though his belt don't got a double G And that's real sh** sh** they just wanna block out I'm just lucky my stubborn a** isn't locked out Soul searchin' and workin' my vision fogged out And all these people in they head just really talkin' bout My drink stirred sippin on a cognac My t-shirt got a little pony man And my free verse gonna cost you 40 grand But my knees hurt beggin' for my homie back And that's real sh** HOOK (x2)