Fredo - Survival of the Fittest lyrics
[Fredo - Survival of the Fittest lyrics]
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 realest
This rapping really saved me
I was tired of the whippin'
Balenciaga's cute
And so I buy 'em for the missus
If he's got the belly
Billy's tying up your nigga
And if he ain't been payin'
You can find him in a river
I'm grindin' 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
Plug scared to see in the flick of 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 Nicks and
I get silly with it
Still I'm tryna give my nigga
Pact some prison visit's
'Cause 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 yutes are squabbling with benefit's
Gliding, not ticking
I'm rhyming and whippin'
We fried it in minutes
That's my kind of business
I'm ridin' 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 friend's mum asked me why do
I still come to the block?
'Cause my brothers are here, mummy
And I love 'em a lot
I can't forget about them times that
We had nothin' 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
Wasn't no fear in your heart, man
I swear you're my dawg
And that's dead or alive
I'm talkin' free or in prison
I can't fly to the States 'cause
I been in the kitchen
And they got some mad J's that
I need in my system
And I'm rollin' 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 keepin' my distance
Man, I'm coming from that jungle
So you can say I'm riding with gorillas
What I'm writing is the realest
This rapping really saved me
I was tired of the whippin'
Balenciaga's cute
And so I buy 'em for the missus
If he's got the belly
Billy's tying up your nigga
And if he ain't been payin'
You can find him in a river
I'm grindin' 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
Plug scared to see in the flick of 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 Nicks and
I get silly with it
Still I'm tryna give my nigga
Pact some prison visit's
'Cause 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 yutes are squabbling with benefit's
Gliding, not ticking
I'm rhyming and whippin'
We fried it in minutes
That's my kind of business
I'm ridin' 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 friend's mum asked me why do
I still come to the block?
'Cause my brothers are here, mummy
And I love 'em a lot
I can't forget about them times that
We had nothin' 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
Wasn't no fear in your heart, man
I swear you're my dawg
And that's dead or alive
I'm talkin' free or in prison
I can't fly to the States 'cause
I been in the kitchen
And they got some mad J's that
I need in my system
And I'm rollin' 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 keepin' my distance