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"HOW TO SURVIVE" is a track by Kenny Mason, from the album Angel Eyes, released 20th November 2024. The track is 3:36 long. It's filed under Hip-Hop/Rap. Full lyrics are available below.
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COUPE I'm thumbin' a check inside of the ride I learned from the best, just how to survive My partner on meds, I'm beggin' him not To shoot anybody, while I'm in the ride My brother got dope, my brother got pie He showed me the ropes, and now I got ties I don't wanna hope, bitch, I wanna try I don't wanna float, bitch, I wanna fly I'm havin' a vision, I'm taller than everyone standin' on business I married the business, I said I'm the best for you, baby, I meant it I carried you niggas, I'm 'bout to do everything that I intended These niggas is frauds, they tried to do everything that I invented I know it get wicked, I know that my niggas get even more wicked It's not for the weak, you worried Then let me know if you still with this Watch you see, and never let anyone know you a witness I just got a chopper for Christmas I had that bitch right on my wish list I had to let my nigga flip bricks, it kept us from getting evicted Them addicts, they kept bringing rent in Them Addies, they kept me efficient We sellin' that shit in an instant I'm smellin' that shit from the kitchen My brother gon' fuck up the dishes Ain't nothin' gon' fuck up my vision I'm thumbin' a check inside of the ride I learned from the best, just how to survive My partner on meds, I'm beggin' him not To shoot anybody, while I'm in the ride My brother got dope, my brother got pie He showed me the ropes, and now I got ties I don't wanna hope, bitch, I wanna try I don't wanna float, bitch, I wanna fly Plug on top of the dog tag, tool on me, I need a hard hat How could you up on some intel? I better not see you makin' no broadcast Can't put no rush on the process, soon as it hit, I'ma call back They gon' tune into this shit when I talk Cash, soon as it clicked, it was all facts Most of these rappers on ho time, I could've told you the whole time It ain't no need to go off on a tangent They know I don't need a co-sign They know I don't need a ghost sign I'ma speed up some more, fuck a slow sign My lil' partner don't miss when he throw signs Brand new mop in the whip, make the floor shine They gon' think I'm a bitch if I don't slide I'ma crash in this bitch if these folks tried I'ma pass on the stick, let my .45 It was out of my hands, they was both tied It was just business, no bowtie If you feel it don't suit you, then don't ride If you noticed, I ride with a .45 'Cause you know that it's plenty that want mine, niggas know I'm Thumbin' a check inside of the ride I learned from the best, just how to survive My partner on meds, I'm beggin' him not To shoot anybody, while I'm in the ride My brother got dope, my brother got pie He showed me the ropes, and now I got ties I don't wanna hope, bitch, I wanna try I don't wanna float, bitch, I wanna fly Man, that nigga Man, wake up, bro Wake your ass up Shit, uh Man, y'all got this shit smoked out Bro, where we goin'? Uh, shit, I was tryna see if you could Uh, take me to my grandad house Your grandad house? Yeah, I had like a dream about him, so I just I just wanted to make sure he straight Oh, shit, where he stay at? He stay on the East The Eastside, bro? I just told Von I gotta meet him at the bank That's straight Aight, bet, say less
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