YOUNG RJ - Survival lyrics

[Intro] So you say you a gangsta, right Are you really a rider, yeah You don't take sh** from no one, no And got your mind on your muthaf**in' dough; lets go [Verse 1] I'll be a South Side n***a 'til I rot Even though I got the yacht and a million-dollar bop Superman armor on the '69 drop 0ut of every 70 rappers, 69 flop I blew buck and a quarter, just to get the feel So my headlights move when I move the steering wheel I ain't running from nothing, its top dollar to chill I pop bottles for real, with pop artist appeal I move 2 mil, my backyard is a field I ain't tough for the tube; I'll smack y'all for real Go 'head, hate on me now; you'll miss a n***a later I'm hood like bullet holes and pissy elevators I went from playing the same block to Bangkok Slick enough to get money between raindrops And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week And get so much p**y I can't sleep [Hook] Poppa was a rolling stone Never came back home now I'm on my own So I had to learn a few things bout survival Like the ice pick, gun, or the Bible If you scared don't come around here Guns ammunition don't run out here As soon you get the paper you try it A n***a try me he won't see tomorrow [Verse 2] I ain't even got a license yet and got 7 cars, yep TV the same size as Kevin Garnett A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper White fan base cause Eminem is my partner I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a gla** shopper I blow marijuana the color of gra** hopper I ain't a regular n***a All the promoters pay 100 more to bring your boy to Singapore My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em Evizu's and Red Monkeys with the monkey on 'em Shelves'll leave a n***as food stamps blue Like a full tube of acid in your shampoo We don't tolerate the co*k blocking out the bricks We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips Watch your mouth b**h, there's rocks popping out the wrists And my outfits, a eye stopper for the chicks [Hook] [Verse 3] A n***a throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm Pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm I got a chunky arm, I'm a f**ing Don I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone I'm in a cla** all by myself I'll whoop your a** all by myself I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones I been patiently waiting to get on my sh** again So this is for the corner they cornered a n***a in I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by you And burn your eyelashes off like a crack lighter n***a you stupid riding by trying to blast me Cause my window got the gla** from a taxi [Hook]