Aye
Mane chill out we ain't going no where
We still here
Uh I'm ready for war
I can't even sit in the middle no more I'm a carnivore
I face my fears imma broken corpse
Tell them come check me out ain't never seen this before
They ain't seen this before
Start stacking the racks and I'm packing back of the back of the back of the back
She wants me too stay down but you know I can't you can just thank my daddy
In these rhymes I really live
JRob used to ride on taxis
Can't take my cap off like I play baseball nigga just don't be rapping
Like I said I'm stuck in the middle
When they walk they public figure
When most of these niggas wanna speak on the gang when I don't condone a pillar
Duh
But yet just give me a riddle when I solve it they know I'm realer
Went to school all 12 years just to find out they just be teaching whatever duh
Family mad I'm flipping chicken
Like I could be 19 killing
Like I can be in that cell
In these streets its kill or be killed
In these streets its NFL but I ain't never forgot loyalty
They want me to preach poetry
Can't sign a deal I want royalties
I've been up the things I'm around been real rough
They pushed me down I got up
Momma said boy keep your head up
Momma said this world gone teach you but momma I'm really a reader
Say momma I stand on P I ain't never worry bout Q
F*ck is a Q
Back in the middle I'm pocket a fiddle
If it go down now I know they gonna scribble my god
Day by day I'm tighten them knots when I'm the one who's suppose to provide
I'm the one who put pressure on Mom
If we go you go we trust funds
In church we praise the cross but how the f*ck we become some nuns
This shit like survival of the fittest
I came out war ready
Don't let your next move be your best move you gone need some clarity
Dem fives they on a mission
And what I said I meant it
I'm really stamped in the city I hope I see a millie
Alright you ready to go
JRobGotMotion - Survival Lyrics
JRobGotMotion - Survival Lyrics
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Aye
Mane chill out we ain't going no where
We still here
Uh I'm ready for war
I can't even sit in the middle no more I'm a carnivore
I face my fears imma broken corpse
Tell them come check me out ain't never seen this before
They ain't seen this before
Start stacking the racks and I'm packing back of the back of the back of the back
She wants me too stay down but you know I can't you can just thank my daddy
In these rhymes I really live
JRob used to ride on taxis
Can't take my cap off like I play baseball nigga just don't be rapping
Like I said I'm stuck in the middle
When they walk they public figure
When most of these niggas wanna speak on the gang when I don't condone a pillar
Duh
But yet just give me a riddle when I solve it they know I'm realer
Went to school all 12 years just to find out they just be teaching whatever duh
Family mad I'm flipping chicken
Like I could be 19 killing
Like I can be in that cell
In these streets its kill or be killed
In these streets its NFL but I ain't never forgot loyalty
They want me to preach poetry
Can't sign a deal I want royalties
I've been up the things I'm around been real rough
They pushed me down I got up
Momma said boy keep your head up
Momma said this world gone teach you but momma I'm really a reader
Say momma I stand on P I ain't never worry bout Q
F*ck is a Q
Back in the middle I'm pocket a fiddle
If it go down now I know they gonna scribble my god
Day by day I'm tighten them knots when I'm the one who's suppose to provide
I'm the one who put pressure on Mom
If we go you go we trust funds
In church we praise the cross but how the f*ck we become some nuns
This shit like survival of the fittest
I came out war ready
Don't let your next move be your best move you gone need some clarity
Dem fives they on a mission
And what I said I meant it
I'm really stamped in the city I hope I see a millie
Alright you ready to go
Mane chill out we ain't going no where
We still here
Uh I'm ready for war
I can't even sit in the middle no more I'm a carnivore
I face my fears imma broken corpse
Tell them come check me out ain't never seen this before
They ain't seen this before
Start stacking the racks and I'm packing back of the back of the back of the back
She wants me too stay down but you know I can't you can just thank my daddy
In these rhymes I really live
JRob used to ride on taxis
Can't take my cap off like I play baseball nigga just don't be rapping
Like I said I'm stuck in the middle
When they walk they public figure
When most of these niggas wanna speak on the gang when I don't condone a pillar
Duh
But yet just give me a riddle when I solve it they know I'm realer
Went to school all 12 years just to find out they just be teaching whatever duh
Family mad I'm flipping chicken
Like I could be 19 killing
Like I can be in that cell
In these streets its kill or be killed
In these streets its NFL but I ain't never forgot loyalty
They want me to preach poetry
Can't sign a deal I want royalties
I've been up the things I'm around been real rough
They pushed me down I got up
Momma said boy keep your head up
Momma said this world gone teach you but momma I'm really a reader
Say momma I stand on P I ain't never worry bout Q
F*ck is a Q
Back in the middle I'm pocket a fiddle
If it go down now I know they gonna scribble my god
Day by day I'm tighten them knots when I'm the one who's suppose to provide
I'm the one who put pressure on Mom
If we go you go we trust funds
In church we praise the cross but how the f*ck we become some nuns
This shit like survival of the fittest
I came out war ready
Don't let your next move be your best move you gone need some clarity
Dem fives they on a mission
And what I said I meant it
I'm really stamped in the city I hope I see a millie
Alright you ready to go
Writer: Joshua Robertson
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