Bo$$Barr - Tales lyrics

Aye I’m boutta tell y’all a story
Once upon a time in 705
Don’t crank just listen to the story

You see that bando everybody driving pass
That is the vacant I’m hiding in
Well it’s more like living after a month
This 45 dirty but I gotta survive wit' it
Bro gotta zip on the bench
I need it gone cuz we gotta pay the rent
Smell that exotic coming thru the vents
If it wasn’t for music den I wouldn’t vent
Off a bar feel like a fantasy
But I can’t be high 'cause it cause insanity
Ain’t pulling this u-u over police after me
A rat just got shot in
His teeth that’s a cavity
I been that nigga since Excel Academy
Mama said don’t disrespect the faculty
But I’m like fuck the staff
Why they mad at me
Niggas don’t got my back they
Tryn' put in a battery
(Now back to the story)
My bitch got me stressin'
And I gotta kid on the way
Is that curse or a blessing
I juss wrap zips like a present
Don’t argue wit' niggas 'cause Ima
Just send em to heaven
Can’t get sent backed up the road
I’m already a two time convicted felon
Dat sucker got handled for tellin'
Before I laid low I payed niggas
To blow up his wedding
My team got indicted I can’t make no contact
Everybody steading askin' where Barr at
I’m in a alias trap where the bombs at
Cuzzo was wit' me but he
Got killed in combat
They use to tell me my future is bright
That was way before I was livin' this life
Now I’m watching my back
Damn near every second
Paranoid everytime I see red and blue lights
My brother out the country he met a plug
Can’t believe he trappin' he use to ball
He said give me a week bro it’s coming
Replace a phone everytime I make a call
A week came by and he sent a new girl
Flying wit' P’s on the plane
Just like Juice WRLD
She Puerto Rican & she got on new pearls
This where the story get tricky
A undie was on that same
Plane wit the diddies
Turned out to be her lover
She said come wit' me
He think they goin out for a vacation
But when she touch down she
Gon' link up wit' Vicky
Hol' Vicky my bitch that got pregnant
She solid as ever but still have me stressin
We hardly see each other as much as we use to
But we make plays on da
Low 'cause we choose to
She text Vicky but Vicky don’t trust her
We talking through burners she like
Baby where yo' brother
I told her the plan and
She grabbed the cutter
Said if she move funny kill that motherfucker
Miss Italy on her way wit' da P’s
She told her man she looking
For somewhere to eat
Whole time he think she was being disloyal
He only came 'cause he thought
She was gon' cheat
Miss Italy & Vicky met up it was smooth
Little did she know she was
Tailed by her dude
Vicky had noticed him when he pulled up
'Cause he arrested her for stealing food
I’m back home going crazy this
Shit got me shocked
They report a shootout on the news
This world crazy any time u can die
In the streets only the fittest survive

Survival of the fittest
Survival of the fittest
In the streets only the fittest survive
In the streets only the fittest survive