Survival

[Intro]

So you say you a gangsta, right

Are you really a rider, yeah

You don't take shit from no one, no

And got your mind on your muthafuckin' dough; lets go

[Verse 1]

I'll be a South Side nigga 'til I rot

Even though I got the yacht and a million-dollar bop

Superman armor on the '69 drop

Out of every 70 rappers, 69 flop

I blew buck and a quarter, just to get the feel

So my headlights move when I move the steering wheel

I ain't running from nothing, its top dollar to chill

I pop bottles for real, with pop artist appeal

I move 2 mil, my backyard is a field

I ain't tough for the tube; I'll smack y'all for real

Go 'head, hate on me now; you'll miss a nigga later

I'm hood like bullet holes and pissy elevators

I went from playing the same block to Bangkok

Slick enough to get money between raindrops

And my piece so heavy I pop a chain a week

And get so much pussy I can't sleep

[Chorus]

Poppa was a rolling stone

Never came back home now I'm on my own

So I had to learn a few things bout survival

Like the ice pick, gun, or the Bible

If you scared don't come around here

Guns ammunition don't run out here

As soon you get the paper you try it

A nigga try me he won't see tomorrow

[Verse 2]

I ain't even got a license yet and got 7 cars, yep

TV the same size as Kevin Garnett

A brand new buzz, Mac 10 and a chopper

White fan base cause Eminem is my partner

I'm a Ferrari and Jag copper, you a glass shopper

I blow marijuana the color of grass hopper

I ain't a regular nigga

All the promoters pay 100 more to bring your boy to Singapore

My dress code got the best hoes jumping on 'em

Evizu's and Red Monkeys with the monkey on 'em

Shells'll leave a nigga food stamp blue

Like a full tube of acid in your shampoo

We don't tolerate the cock blocking out the bricks

We got fif's with the cop stoppers in the clips

Watch your mouth bitch, there's rocks popping out the wrists

And my outfits (Yeah), a eye stopper for the chicks, uh

[Chorus]

Poppa was a rolling stone

Never came back home now I'm on my own

So I had to learn a few things bout survival

Like the ice pick, gun, or the Bible

If you scared don't come around here

Guns ammunition don't run out here

As soon you get the paper you try it

A nigga try me he won't see tomorrow

[Verse 3]

A nigga throw his hands up at me, I send a dummy harmed

And had money wrong shoot him in his underarm

Pick up a shell, that'll be his lucky charm

I got a chunky arm, I'm a fucking Don

I burn big everyday, nothing but the bong

I don't cuddle, as soon as I get the nut I'm gone

I'm in a class all by myself, I'll whoop your ass all by myself, heh

I got white gold, rose gold, yellow gold, platinum

Young hoes, old hoes, yellow ones and black ones

I been patiently waiting to get on my shit again

So this is for the corner they cornered a nigga in

I wish you would try jump me, I'll wave the gat by you

And burn your eyelashes off like a crack lighter

Nigga you stupid riding by trying to blast me

Cause my window got the glass from a taxi

[Chorus]

Poppa was a rolling stone

Never came back home now I'm on my own

So I had to learn a few things bout survival

Like the ice pick, gun, or the Bible

If you scared don't come around here

Guns ammunition don't run out here

As soon you get the paper you try it

A nigga try me he won't see tomorrow