Survival mode active, blood shed, unlocked, reach for the hatchet
Dug it out the dirt just to bring up some past shit
Sip a little drowsy, hit a lick on the mattress
Now flip that, burn holes from the ashes
Smokescreen, tear gas, breathin' through mask vents
Only eatin' goosebumps when walkin' through acid
Whatever for a few bucks, buckin' at mad pigs
Clankin' the ratchet, run over glasses
Over-the-shoulder whores with the hungover asses
Over-the-counter pills to avoid the relapses
Under-the-counter deals never showin' their taxes
Sit and relax when all weapons formed against me
Empty jam while they all run out of mags
Then I'm back on they asses, Freddy Thomas in Jag tints
I'm predictin' the crash, hoppin' out while you fastened
I'm unscathed,
Survivors guilt? Never that
Every bullet I dodge is a wing in the feather cap
The chief blood dealer cheatin' death in a yellin' match
My name's rung liters, jumpsuit and a leather mask
Anything's a weapon when your back's to a hedge of grass
Wavin' the weathered flag, blind that the beggars rag
Murder mind state, no escape, go through hell and back
Laugh in God's face, do whatever the devil asks
Maybe I'm wrong though, arrogant, harmful
Can't be gaslight, lungs full of Everlast
Made it my mission to make you and whoever mad
Ruin y'all's day, couldn't think of a better task
Pessimist to the glass, sippin' the better half
Wash away all sins, soak in a reddish bath
Sulkin' in coffins, reminisce in the past
Livin' on borrowed time, I'm makin' the minutes last
Time's up,
Survival of the fittest
Should I swallow pride or be the rival of the city?
Notice my arrival, turns 'em idle, brings 'em pity
Cocky and entitled with a bottle full of gritty
Walk into a room and someone knows me
Talkin' everywhere I go, and if they don't
Well then they probably gettin' privy
I'm remainin' silent, but I guide a new religion
My disciples even quieter, they hide behind the envy
Annoying little pretty boy, look away but can't avoid
Stackin' up but can't afford the chance of f*ckin' with me
Long as I'm alive to be deprived of bein' picky
I'm the one you hate to like, but you'll deny it, so admit me
Insultin' or enticin', we know the result of fightin
Assumin' the bark is biteless, what Holyfield did with Tyson
You're left alone to your vices, so grab ahold of 'em tightly
Whenever you're feelin' empty, just take a dose of me nightly
F*ck y'all
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Survival mode active, blood shed, unlocked, reach for the hatchet
Dug it out the dirt just to bring up some past shit
Sip a little drowsy, hit a lick on the mattress
Now flip that, burn holes from the ashes
Smokescreen, tear gas, breathin' through mask vents
Only eatin' goosebumps when walkin' through acid
Whatever for a few bucks, buckin' at mad pigs
Clankin' the ratchet, run over glasses
Over-the-shoulder whores with the hungover asses
Over-the-counter pills to avoid the relapses
Under-the-counter deals never showin' their taxes
Sit and relax when all weapons formed against me
Empty jam while they all run out of mags
Then I'm back on they asses, Freddy Thomas in Jag tints
I'm predictin' the crash, hoppin' out while you fastened
I'm unscathed,
Survivors guilt? Never that
Every bullet I dodge is a wing in the feather cap
The chief blood dealer cheatin' death in a yellin' match
My name's rung liters, jumpsuit and a leather mask
Anything's a weapon when your back's to a hedge of grass
Wavin' the weathered flag, blind that the beggars rag
Murder mind state, no escape, go through hell and back
Laugh in God's face, do whatever the devil asks
Maybe I'm wrong though, arrogant, harmful
Can't be gaslight, lungs full of Everlast
Made it my mission to make you and whoever mad
Ruin y'all's day, couldn't think of a better task
Pessimist to the glass, sippin' the better half
Wash away all sins, soak in a reddish bath
Sulkin' in coffins, reminisce in the past
Livin' on borrowed time, I'm makin' the minutes last
Time's up,
Survival of the fittest
Should I swallow pride or be the rival of the city?
Notice my arrival, turns 'em idle, brings 'em pity
Cocky and entitled with a bottle full of gritty
Walk into a room and someone knows me
Talkin' everywhere I go, and if they don't
Well then they probably gettin' privy
I'm remainin' silent, but I guide a new religion
My disciples even quieter, they hide behind the envy
Annoying little pretty boy, look away but can't avoid
Stackin' up but can't afford the chance of f*ckin' with me
Long as I'm alive to be deprived of bein' picky
I'm the one you hate to like, but you'll deny it, so admit me
Insultin' or enticin', we know the result of fightin
Assumin' the bark is biteless, what Holyfield did with Tyson
You're left alone to your vices, so grab ahold of 'em tightly
Whenever you're feelin' empty, just take a dose of me nightly
F*ck y'all
Dug it out the dirt just to bring up some past shit
Sip a little drowsy, hit a lick on the mattress
Now flip that, burn holes from the ashes
Smokescreen, tear gas, breathin' through mask vents
Only eatin' goosebumps when walkin' through acid
Whatever for a few bucks, buckin' at mad pigs
Clankin' the ratchet, run over glasses
Over-the-shoulder whores with the hungover asses
Over-the-counter pills to avoid the relapses
Under-the-counter deals never showin' their taxes
Sit and relax when all weapons formed against me
Empty jam while they all run out of mags
Then I'm back on they asses, Freddy Thomas in Jag tints
I'm predictin' the crash, hoppin' out while you fastened
I'm unscathed,
Survivors guilt? Never that
Every bullet I dodge is a wing in the feather cap
The chief blood dealer cheatin' death in a yellin' match
My name's rung liters, jumpsuit and a leather mask
Anything's a weapon when your back's to a hedge of grass
Wavin' the weathered flag, blind that the beggars rag
Murder mind state, no escape, go through hell and back
Laugh in God's face, do whatever the devil asks
Maybe I'm wrong though, arrogant, harmful
Can't be gaslight, lungs full of Everlast
Made it my mission to make you and whoever mad
Ruin y'all's day, couldn't think of a better task
Pessimist to the glass, sippin' the better half
Wash away all sins, soak in a reddish bath
Sulkin' in coffins, reminisce in the past
Livin' on borrowed time, I'm makin' the minutes last
Time's up,
Survival of the fittest
Should I swallow pride or be the rival of the city?
Notice my arrival, turns 'em idle, brings 'em pity
Cocky and entitled with a bottle full of gritty
Walk into a room and someone knows me
Talkin' everywhere I go, and if they don't
Well then they probably gettin' privy
I'm remainin' silent, but I guide a new religion
My disciples even quieter, they hide behind the envy
Annoying little pretty boy, look away but can't avoid
Stackin' up but can't afford the chance of f*ckin' with me
Long as I'm alive to be deprived of bein' picky
I'm the one you hate to like, but you'll deny it, so admit me
Insultin' or enticin', we know the result of fightin
Assumin' the bark is biteless, what Holyfield did with Tyson
You're left alone to your vices, so grab ahold of 'em tightly
Whenever you're feelin' empty, just take a dose of me nightly
F*ck y'all
Writer: Armani Thomas
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Copyright: Lyrics © TuneCore Inc., O/B/O DistroKid