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Survivor Video (MV)




Performed By: JE$$É
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Najee Island




JE$$É - Survivor Lyrics
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I can't put my trust in you, cuz you let me down
You seen me go through these struggles
And you ain't help me out, ima man
So ima get it out the mud, if i gotta sell dope
Or be posted with the thugs
Ima do it
You know that ima rida, ima certified survivor
When it come to these streets, i watched to many niggas
Come up on me, Yea they all had plates
And ain't invite me to eat and yea, i'm gone rob
And ima steal, and hunt you down for that mil
And i put that on my baby, f*ckin checks keep coming short
Barely got food up on my fork, and man my family so shady
Rather put trust in myself, then put my trust in you
I gave you the ball, and you ain't come through
Only a handful of people, let me hold sum
If your intentions ain't really pure, then i don't want nun
Behind my smile, y'all don't see my pain
The struggle got me stressed out, it's driving me insane
Been robbed, and slept in my dad living room
With my daughter, i barely got phone calls
Ain't nobody give a f*ck about us
Man it just turned me into a monster
Stop valuing life, see a lick, and ima rob'em
And i put that on my mama
I'm putting pressure on any nigga
That's in my way or tryna stop me
I can't put my trust in you, cuz you let me down
You seen me go through these struggles
And you ain't help me out, ima man
So ima get it out the mud, if i gotta sell dope
Or be posted with the thugs
Ima do it
You know that ima rida, ima certified survivor
When it come to these streets, i watched to many niggas
Come up on me, Yea they all had plates
And ain't invite me to eat and yea, i'm gone rob
And ima steal, and hunt you down for that mil
And i put that on my baby, f*ckin checks keep coming short
Barely got food up on my fork, and man my family so shady
When you going through the struggle
And you ain't got nobody to lean on
It's so many pussy niggas, i wanna put this heat on
I'm from real Richmond, where niggas will do you dirty
Lil niggas walk around with back-packs, carrying 30's
My brothers like my family
If i catch a case, under pressure they wont jam on me
Go against the grain, and you get turned into a causality
Man i gotta survive, if i gotta dollar in my pocket
Ima flip that bitch to 5
You gotta watch your folks, cuz these niggas out here fakin
Nobody gone help a grown man, when his stomach aching
Niggas smile up in my face, shake my hand but be snaking
Have a nigga dodging bullets, like he was in the matrix
I can't put my trust in you, cuz you let me down
You seen me go through these struggles
And you ain't help me out, ima man
So ima get it out the mud, if i gotta sell dope
Or be posted with the thugs
Ima do it
You know that ima rida, ima certified survivor
When it come to these streets, i watched to many niggas
Come up on me, Yea they all had plates
And ain't invite me to eat and yea, i'm gone rob
And ima steal, and hunt you down for that mil
And i put that on my baby, f*ckin checks keep coming short
Barely got food up on my fork, and man my family so shady
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I can't put my trust in you, cuz you let me down
You seen me go through these struggles
And you ain't help me out, ima man
So ima get it out the mud, if i gotta sell dope
Or be posted with the thugs
Ima do it
You know that ima rida, ima certified survivor
When it come to these streets, i watched to many niggas
Come up on me, Yea they all had plates
And ain't invite me to eat and yea, i'm gone rob
And ima steal, and hunt you down for that mil
And i put that on my baby, f*ckin checks keep coming short
Barely got food up on my fork, and man my family so shady
Rather put trust in myself, then put my trust in you
I gave you the ball, and you ain't come through
Only a handful of people, let me hold sum
If your intentions ain't really pure, then i don't want nun
Behind my smile, y'all don't see my pain
The struggle got me stressed out, it's driving me insane
Been robbed, and slept in my dad living room
With my daughter, i barely got phone calls
Ain't nobody give a f*ck about us
Man it just turned me into a monster
Stop valuing life, see a lick, and ima rob'em
And i put that on my mama
I'm putting pressure on any nigga
That's in my way or tryna stop me
I can't put my trust in you, cuz you let me down
You seen me go through these struggles
And you ain't help me out, ima man
So ima get it out the mud, if i gotta sell dope
Or be posted with the thugs
Ima do it
You know that ima rida, ima certified survivor
When it come to these streets, i watched to many niggas
Come up on me, Yea they all had plates
And ain't invite me to eat and yea, i'm gone rob
And ima steal, and hunt you down for that mil
And i put that on my baby, f*ckin checks keep coming short
Barely got food up on my fork, and man my family so shady
When you going through the struggle
And you ain't got nobody to lean on
It's so many pussy niggas, i wanna put this heat on
I'm from real Richmond, where niggas will do you dirty
Lil niggas walk around with back-packs, carrying 30's
My brothers like my family
If i catch a case, under pressure they wont jam on me
Go against the grain, and you get turned into a causality
Man i gotta survive, if i gotta dollar in my pocket
Ima flip that bitch to 5
You gotta watch your folks, cuz these niggas out here fakin
Nobody gone help a grown man, when his stomach aching
Niggas smile up in my face, shake my hand but be snaking
Have a nigga dodging bullets, like he was in the matrix
I can't put my trust in you, cuz you let me down
You seen me go through these struggles
And you ain't help me out, ima man
So ima get it out the mud, if i gotta sell dope
Or be posted with the thugs
Ima do it
You know that ima rida, ima certified survivor
When it come to these streets, i watched to many niggas
Come up on me, Yea they all had plates
And ain't invite me to eat and yea, i'm gone rob
And ima steal, and hunt you down for that mil
And i put that on my baby, f*ckin checks keep coming short
Barely got food up on my fork, and man my family so shady
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Writer: Najee Island
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