Survival of the Fittest

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Survival of the Fittest
 Man I'm coming from that jungle
 So you can say I'm riding with gorillas
 What I'm writing is the realist
 This rapping really saved me
 I was tired of the whipping
 Balenciaga's cute, and so I buy them for the missus
 If he's got the belly, Billy's tying up your nigga
 And if he ain't be payin', you can find him in a river
 I'm grinding in the winter
 This coat costs me two stacks, so I ain't gonna shiver
 We don't beef on internet
 Pussy boy, that's incorrect
 Watch my hand, it's dripping wet
 Shoot him, 'bout a disrespect
 Plugs get to see the flick on my wrist
 And start thinking silly things, like they can tick me a brick
 Then I'm missing with it
 I got this little dip, I'm sticking with it
 And you can ask that little prick how I get busy with it
 Man I walk in Harvey Nics and I get silly with it
 Still I'm tryna give my nigga Packs some prison visits
 Cos it fucks me up, just to see him living in it
 Up in a jacuzzi, but you gotta be a resident
 Four racks a month is what I'm dropping on this premises
 These times, the Grove youths are squabbling with benefits
 Gliding, not ticking
 I'm rhyming and whippin'
 We fried it in minutes
 That's my kind of business
 I'm riding through the city
 I'm with Bad Luck Billy
 Last nigga played around, yo he got stabbed up silly
 And I'm stacked up, really
 So they wonder a lot
 My friends mum asked me "why do I still come to the block?"
 Cos my brothers are here mummy, and I love 'em a lot
 I can't forget about them times that we had nuttin' but rocks
 Good coke cooking, looks like cum in the pot
 And the second air touches, it should turn into rock
 I got a gun in a spot
 Tell me who you coming to rob?
 And my chain means more because I done it for Dotz
 Like how could you depart?
 You was there from the start
 Weren't no fear in your heart
 Man I swear you're my dog
 And it's dead or alive
 I'm talkin' free or in prison
 I can't fly to the states, cos I been in the kitchen
 And they got some mad J's, that I need in my system
 And I'm rolling all this weed up to feed the addiction
 Yeah I tried to stop smoking, but the weed didn't listen
 Man I heard what you done, so I'm keeping my distance
 

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Duration
02:15
Key
6
Tempo
170 BPM

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