SURVIVAL TACTICS Lyrics

I ain't even from New York, but we gon' make this shit sound like some New York shit

Look, caught the game off balance and it don't make sense

Cause they ain't know the kid since I ain't waved yet

Tryna make some commotion for all my fake friends

Trust me, when Imma make it, they turn to fake fans

Keep it real on the low, I'm tryna break ends

Cause it's fuck Hollywood, bitch, I don't pretend

Whats your worth to a dollar, cause I'm a place bets

ain't none of y'all standing on business, fake men

Been the realest since double 8, bitch, 2004

Run the golden bricks before I take somebody's soul

If it's bullets out here raining, then I duck and roll

Its survival tactics out here, I ain't playing hoe

We the ones to run the city, give em cold feet

These bitches acting like they know me

They just tryna play it safe, to not be made a trophy

It's been said that what goes around must come back around

So don't feel stupid when I slap the taste up out your mouth

Mob the streets and it got me feeling like Ason

I've been robbing and looting, so fuck a day job

I be quick to leave a motherfucker's head popped

I'm a one man army, I gotta stay hot

Aim the eagle at someone who got they two cents

Like I ain't tryna hear they fucking nuisance

I'm full pressed, treat it like it's Hunger Games

I'm a big threat, call me kamikaze

How I'm blowing up they whole set

Bro, I think the song is over

Mhm

No, it's not

Mission top secret, destination unknown

Only finger that I'm pulling is the one in that hoe

I don't gotta lie, about no guns

Yeah, I'ma hold it if I gotta, but it ain't for fun, uh

It's survival in this world, so you do as you must

Dodge a bullet, wear a rubber, or just fuck who you trust

Snakes inside that fucking jungle, try to latch on my nuts

It get wicked, in the box full of lust

Everybody tryna hate on me

Couldn't give a fuck about you bitches, bitch, I'm in too deep

This is me and my crew, Rooki, Greedy and me

She like, what did they do

They came to mob on these streets

Word

One step at a time, lil homie get it right

Catch you faking today, could put you on a flight

Risk taker, I'm moonwalking, and smooth talking to the devil

Like, homie, you better get a move on it

And how we staying clueless to the fact that all these kids acting hard for no reason

But they mad, just insecure by their parents who think they holding them back

Put on some 501s and immediately grab the gat

They thinking that this shit hard, but really it's fucking sad

Go back to your worried momma, stop hopping over that fence

I hate to tell you like your father did

but he really should've left you in that condom that he busted in