Ampichino, Mike Da Balla - Survival lyrics

Cortez did it

We still movin' in the drought
You gave it up i know them feds watchin and
We don't give a fuck
Family come first then it's
Money over everything
You ever owed me in the past
I need everything
Good niggas die young, the weak die slow
When you're trapped in the hood
It's called survival
It's a world full of snakes
I ain't worried about you
I'm just tryin to get my cake nigga

You real wit it I guess
I smoke to hide the pain
Help me deal with thе stress
A sav, millionaire in the fiеld wit a tech
Tryin to knock me off my square
You appear in the jets?
You was at the pad, I was there in the flesh
I seen it before my eyes
I don't have any regrets
I done slept at the trap and
I'll do it all again
Just to bring my niggas back
I'll do life in the pen
I used to rock Polo, live a life starter
Member we used to drop our work in ice water
Just to lock it up
Just because I'm in the mafia
The federallys wanna lock me up
Tell these busta brown niggas
To stop frontin'
Quit pump fakin' nigga and cop something
I smell the cops comin coward ass nigga
Grab the FN and rock something

We still movin' in the drought
You gave it up i know them feds watchin and
We don't give a fuck
Family come first then it's
Money over everything
You ever owed me in the past
I need everything
Good niggas die young, the weak die slow
When you're trapped in the hood
It's called survival
It's a world full of snakes
I ain't worried about you
I'm just tryin to get my cake nigga

Money machines, clicking and humming
Counting chickens
Nigga rich like Mr drummond
I sleep with my heat cocked
You sleep with your woman
Hanging out them t-tops sho' to
Put holes in your stomach
I made niggas vomit and piss blood
Honest, I spit slugs
At bitch niggas or probably with rich thugs
Or probably with your bitch
While you at work washin' dishes
Make her slob my knob
Then you come home and try to kiss her
This shit ridiculous
My kicks made of lizards
Grindin' by the hi-dy hoe
Eatin' on some gizzards
What is it a blizzard
Its so much work in the city
The real die young cause some
Fake niggas kilt me

We still movin' in the drought
You gave it up i know them feds watchin and
We don't give a fuck
Family come first then it's
Money over everything
You ever owed me in the past
I need everything
Good niggas die young, the weak die slow
When you're trapped in the hood
It's called survival
It's a world full of snakes
I ain't worried about you
I'm just tryin to get my cake nigga