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Fredo

Survival Of The Fittest

 

Survival Of The Fittest

(album: Third Avenue - 2019)


Survival of the Fittest
Man I'm coming from that jungle
So you can say I'm riding with gorillas
What I'm writing is the realist
This rapping really saved me
I was tired of the whipping
Balenciaga's cute, and so I buy them for the missus
If he's got the belly, Billy's tying up your nigga
And if he ain't be paying, you can find him in a river
I'm grinding in the winter
This coat costs me two stacks
So I ain't gonna shiver
We don't beef on internet
Pussy boy, that's incorrect
Watch my hand, it's dripping wet
Shoot him, 'bout a disrespect
Plugs get to see the flick on my wrist
And start thinking silly things, like they can take me a brick
Then I'm missing with it
I got this little dip, I'm sticking with it
And you can ask that little prick how I get busy with it
Man I walk in Harvey Nics and I get silly with it
Still I'm tryna give my nigga Packs some prison visit
Cos it fucks me up, just to see him living in it
Up in a jacuzzi, but you gotta be a resident
Four racks a month is what I'm dropping on this premises
These times, the grown yutes are scrobbling with benefits
Gliding, not ticking
I'm rhyming and whipping
We fried it in minutes
That's my kind of business
I'm riding through the city
I'm with Bad Luck Billy
Last nigga played around, yo he got stabbed up silly
And I'm stacked up, really
So they wonder a lot
My friends mum asked me "why do I still come to the block?"
Cos my brothers are here mummy, and I love 'em a lot
I can't forget about them times that we had nutting but rocks
Good coke cooking, looks like cum in the pot
And a second air touches, it should turn into rock
I got a gun in a spot
Tell me who you coming to rob?
And my chain leans more because I done it for dots
Like how could you depart?
You was there from the start
Want no fear in your heart
Man I swear your my darg
And it's dead or alive
I'm talkin free or in prison
I can fly to the states, cos I been in the kitchen
And they got some mad J's, that I need in my system
And I'm rolling all this weed up to feed the addiction
Yeah I tried to stop smoking, but the weed didn't listen
Man I heard what you done, so I'm keeping my distance

done

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