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survival - ampichino lyrics

{intro]
cortez did it

[chorus: mike da balla]
we still movin’ in the drought, you gave it up
i know them feds watchin and we don’t give a f*ck
family come first then it’s money over everything
you ever owed me in the past, i need everything
good n*ggas die young, the weak die slow
when you’re trapped in the hood, it’s called survival
it’s a world full of snakes
i ain’t worried about you, i’m just tryin to get my cake n*gga

[verse 1: ampichino]
you real wit it i guess
i smoke to hide the pain, help me deal with thе stress
a sav, millionaire in the fiеld wit a tech
tryin to knock me off my square, you appear in the jets????
you was at the pad, i was there in the flesh
i seen it before my eyes, i don’t have any regrets
i done slept at the trap and i’ll do it all again
just to bring my n*ggas back, i’ll do life in the pen
i used to rock polo, live a life starter
member we used to drop our work in ice water
just to lock it up
just because i’m in the mafia
the federallys wanna lock me up
tell these busta brown n*ggas to stop frontin’
quit pump fakin’ n*gga and cop something
i smell the cops comin
coward ass n*gga, grab the fn and rock something
[chorus: mike da balla]
we still movin’ in the drought, you gave it up
i know them feds watchin and we don’t give a f*ck
family come first then it’s money over everything
you ever owed me in the past, i need everything
good n*ggas die young, the weak die slow
when you’re trapped in the hood, it’s called survival
it’s a world full of snakes
i ain’t worried about you, i’m just tryin to get my cake n*gga

[verse 2: ampichino]
money machines, cl!cking and humming
counting chickens, n*gga rich like mr. drummond
i sleep with my heat c*cked, you sleep with your woman
hanging out them t*tops sho’ to put holes in your stomach
i made n*ggas vomit and p*ss blood
honest, i spit slugs
at b*tch n*ggas or probably with rich thugs
or probably with your b*tch, while you at work washin’ dishes
make her slob my kn*b, then you come home and try to kiss her
this sh*t ridiculous, my kicks made of lizards
grindin’ by the hi*dy hoe, eatin’ on some gizzards
what is it a blizzard
its so much work in the city
the real die young cause some fake n*ggas kilt me
[chorus: mike da balla]
we still movin’ in the drought, you gave it up
i know them feds watchin and we don’t give a f*ck
family come first then it’s money over everything
you ever owed me in the past, i need everything
good n*ggas die young, the weak die slow
when you’re trapped in the hood, it’s called survival
it’s a world full of snakes
i ain’t worried about you, i’m just tryin to get my cake n*gga

- ampichino lyrics

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