Pastor Troy - For Survival lyrics

This shit is for all the
Motherfuckin niggas out there
Doin what the fuck they gotta
Do to feed the family

Hanging up out the window ready to blow
I'm harassed by crackers
The stress of the Pastor
(Look in my eyes) I'm in a rage
Scared of my shadow
But it's gone still follow me so why battle
(Nah, you gone make it) Naw fuck that
Cuz you lying look at how many made it and
Look at how many trying
(So I guess you feel) No now
I don't feel, never felt, never will
Ask Phil I kept it real
Yet it's still bloodspill
(Who they kill?) All my folks
(How they die?) Quickly
Never really lived they life
But they died particularly
Anyone who kept it real
Chuck and so many others
Preying for my pockets must've guess
We dodge them undercovers
(So you sell drugs?) No, I show love
Don't nobody love me
Papa wasn't there for me
Momma never hugged me
Bugging me bout what I do, loan me a G or two
Just like I fuckin thought all
You do is fuckin talk

I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean blast at you
My nigga we blast at you

When the pressure becomes too
Much upon my heart
Where the fuck I'm 'posed to go?
Flex like these other folks
Fuck that shit twist my smoke
I'm told "no" so much that
"yes" will probably scare me
So I don't give a fuck no more
Whatever I am ready
God already prepared me for Hell
So hell I'm straight
Give me a house and crush up the ounce
Nothing but weight and I won't be the only
Pastor that'll be burning
No mistakes yeah you heard it
Cuz it wasn't misworded
Because ain't nobody perfect
Who knows if God forgave you
Just because you got fucked up you
Asking him to save you behave you
Or I'll be forced to grab my rifle
And anything I do will be
Done for my survival

I do what I wanna do, I do what I have to do
And if that mean blast at you
My nigga we blast at you